My hometown has changed.
I walk into the dessert joint opposite my school, and ask for ice lollies. A young face which gives a déjà vu feeling, greets me to offer a wider choice of desserts. I stick to my preference. Enquiries reveal that he is the son of the founder of the business. It used to be a hand cart where we had ice lollies during the breaks. I am given to understand that the founder has long since passed away. The lolly does not taste as sweet.
I pull out cash to pay, and find that I do not have the required change. He politely informs that they accept all digital payments, and I can choose any other method.
I smile and ask him to keep the change – maybe for a few kids who run short of money. His father had extended us cardless credit many times. Trust was the currency which reigned then. He is amused with my anecdotes.
seedlings become trees
shelter many a traveller
souls remain rooted
It’s disheartening to see society lose its personal touches. I blame technology and our willingness to follow like sheep. I always appreciate those that don’t. Thanks for joining in.
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You are welcome!
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I like the phrase “cardless credit”.
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There were no cards then. It was unsecured credit without an assessment of repayment capacity 🙂
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betiful 👍👍
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Yes, exactly.
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It’s amazing that I still feel trust… people telling me I can come back to pay later if I have forgotten my wallet…. maybe trust runs deeper than we think.
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It is a vibe, which IMO is a better indicator than words. Thanks!
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What a beautiful remembrance.
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Yes. Childhood is beautiful in its protective shield. Thanks!
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How trusting people used to be..no wonder the ice lolly didn’t taste the same knowing the old man was gone.
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Technology never replaces a personal bond.
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Times change. Sometimes for the better, but not always. I admire your courage in going back.
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Nostalgia can be painful, joyous or dramatic. But bygones remain bygones.
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I prefer to leave it undisturbed.
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