Normally I don’t mind at all, in fact I encourage him to take money from my bag whenever he’s caught short, since he buys lunch at work everyday. Mind you we live in a quiet village in the country, and have one car. It’s the coldest night this season and we are in the middle of preparing dinner, the chicken is already in the oven.
I realize it is not necessary to jump in the car and race to the nearest bank machine; fifteen minutes into town just for this errand. However, now I instantly feel vulnerable. In explaining to my husband that I like to have, rather I suppose I need to keep at least $20.00 in my purse in case of emergencies, and now I need to fix the situation. He just can’t understand what the big deal is, since I have credit cards and a debit card if the need arises.
He asks me, “What kind of emergency are you worried about?”
I reply. “I don’t know, anything could happen. An emergency. That’s why they’re called emergencies, because we don’t know what could happen.”
Now chopping and tossing salad ingredients, my husband is laughing and that gets me laughing; but I am insistent that as a rule we should both have cash on our person readily accessible. (Just heard my mothers’ voice come out of my mouth). Side affect or leftover relic attributed to growing up a latchkey kid in the city? Perhaps, but it is bred in the bone and I can’t let this one go, so I continue my rant in an effort to convince him of the absolute necessity for $20.00 to be in my purse.
“What if I had to take a cab somewhere?” having made a solid point; I start ripping apart the lettuce.
“Taxis take credit cards now, they have these portable swipe thingy's.” Now he is smirking his little smirk.
Frustration mounting I have no logical answer. Then an idea hits me and I throw this at him. “What if there’s an EMP or whatever, and all the electronics are shut down?!”
“Then you aren’t taking a cab.” Quite pleased with himself, squashing another one of my arguments, he can’t contain his laughter.
“Ok, not the EMP, but just something happens unexpectedly…an e-m-e-r-g-e-n-c-y! Think a national or global disaster. The cab driver won’t take anything but cash ‘cause its chaos.”
Shaking his head he says while still laughing. “What the zombie-apocalypse is finally happening? What do you think, $20 is going to get you passed the checkpoint beyond the gate? You shouldn’t be leaving the house. There are zombies everywhere? Oh you’re one of those people stop running around through the streets. Stay in the house you’re safe there.”
Grasping I state, “There’s food in houses, in the fridge, in the cupboards, zombies know this. That’s why they break into people’s homes.” I can hear the words and they don’t even make sense to me.
“Zombies aren’t looking for a sandwich and a side of pickle.” He has me laughing so hard, knowing he’s on a roll, he continues. “Where would you go?”
Howling with laughter, I am a paradox. Unrelenting I blurt out knowing there is no winning this one. “Yes! That $20 bill is a force field that surrounds me, and with it I can get to you in a taxis whatever the crisis.”
Now brandishing a salted celery stick like a sword he shoves it in my face, and proclaims. “I’m too busy fighting off all the zombies at work, I can’t even get to the car!”