I can’t remember when I last saw somebody pay cash in a Californian supermarket. Must have either been in the eighties (although I wasn’t there to witness it) or a child buying a candy bar or something. One pays with credit cards and that is that. Regardless, in the few instances that somebody actually desires to pay with cash (me, on occasion, I have to admit) the sum seems to always be something like $4.26 or $10.01, in short, something that will put a heck of a lot of small coins in your wallet unless you have a 1 cent piece. As a rule, one never has 1 cent coins unless a) one is abroad or b) pays with credit card or c) one’s spouse has in excess of 10 of them for some unfathomable reason. That’s when the little jars with 1 cent coins by the register come in handy. Leave the one you get paying that $9.99 total with a $10 bill – take one in the above $4.26 or $10.01 situation. Love it. Convenient, logical at no cost, basically (well, the occasional cent). Total win-win.
Here cards are used as well, but a lot less. Merchants hate credit cards because of the fees but bank cards are used reasonably frequently although I manage to mangle up my pin basically every other time having to re-input under the glaring stares of the shoppers behind me who view my behavior as an deliberate plot to willfully waste their time.
Rummaging through the wallet and pulling out 23 one cent pieces and a similar number of 2 and 5 cent pieces to come up with €1.89 for two packages of gummibears is, however, completely accepted and does not elicit any type of stares and glances (other than from me). It is what the diligent German Hausfrau does to lighten the coin burden of her wallet and it is also considered a public service as it supplies the cashiers with the small change direly needed in case a schmuck like me shows up and pays a 10.01€ Euro bill with a tenner note and a Euro piece for 99 cents in change.
Just today I was in line behind a guy (not particularly cute, if you should wonder) in a 10.01 € type situation and after some unsuccessful rummaging by him I took out my wallet and handed him a cent. He basically couldn’t believe his luck. Nobody, it seems, had ever offered him a 1 cent piece in a situation like this. The cashier had a similar incredulous facial expression leading to my conclusion that most likely nobody has ever offered anybody else a 1 cent piece in the history of modern German retailing.
Which brings me back to the jar – the logical, mutually beneficial, practically cost-free solution to all our cent problems (or most of them). Can we just adopt the jar here, please?
I was about to suggest this to the cashier but stopped myself suddenly realizing that being such a smart-ass bringing in those American habits would – in one fell swoop – destroy, in fact obliterate, any good will I just created by my 1 cent gesture.
Let the rummaging continue!