Off the plane. No sleep. Finished dealing with the car rental company and all their “extra-bits-of-stuff-they-charge-you-on-your-prepaid-car-rental-rotten-weather-be-grand-place-if-the-put-a-roof-over-it-sign-here-and-here-and-initial-here-AND-then-try-to-downgrade-your-reserved-car-class.” Nip into the airport cafe for a cup of coffee to take to the car which has six cup-holders -- ALL in the back seat. Not a single front seat cup holder (now I know why GM is in trouble). Holding a 10 euro note in my left hand, folded around my finger like the vendors at the White Sox games. Older paper euro’s do not have the same texture as USD. They definitely feel more like a paper towel, which I just so happen to be holding in right hand to wipe the sweat from my brow. Throw out the paper towel. My turn to order. Can’t find my ten’r in the left hand that has mysteriously disappeared. Check all pockets and then chalk it up to lack of shut eye. Go ahead and order a coffee and a bagel. Pay with another bill. Finish bagel and throw wrapper into garbage can where I see my.folded 10 euro smiling up at me...
