The old fogey strikes again

Heedless of my previous traveler's check misadventures, I've proceeded apace. Without a doubt, I tempted fate by giving one at a Mexican restaurant to a cashier barely out of her teens. She was wide-eyed and whirled around to the office to ask about it. Being told that it was okay if the signatures matched, she took the check before I signed it and looked for said sigs. I explained the finer points, signed, and got my change.

Then I thought I had it made today: the cashier at an old-fashioned family-style buffet restaurant was of an age to know all about traveler's checks. Then, in fashion true to my luck, she called for a sub just as it was my turn to pay. The sub was not out of her teens and I knew I would be educating yet one more member of the populace. Sure enough, after being granted permission to take it, she looked at me and said: "What do I do with it?"

"It's like a fifty dollar bill."

"Oh!" Her face brightened and I got my change.

I'm beginning to think I should have called this blog The Old Fogey or Fuddy-Duddy: My Life and Times.