If God dropped acid, would he see people?

Two for the price of one today, and we're again looking at tourists. Of course, today being today, I'm also scrambling to link up Theme Thursday. Tenuous or not, in the Tasmania of 2010, tourists mean GREEN.

Now I'm not talking GREEN in the sense of tree huggin', airy fairy, lardy dardy, goody goody, namby pamby, hoity toity, wishy washy, not in my backyard, doing nothin' do gooders! No, we're talking GREEEEN, as in bread, and by bread I mean dough.

Tourists equal GREEN, bread, dough, cash, dosh, bucks and all that entails.

In Australia, our bank notes come in all sizes, colours and weight. These ships, and these tourists, mean GREEN. The green note, as I'm sure that you all know, are hundreds. Fives are purple, tens blue, twenties orange, fifties bronze and the gold ol' hundreds GREEN. How very apt.

Thus, I find myself in the aisle of the fruit market, armed with little more than two Gravenstein apples and the ninety cents needed to purchase them. In front is a copper lamé-track-suited retiree from Kokomo Indiana holding three GREEN bills wanting to buy two dollar fifties worth of cheese.

Tourists!