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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!

Comments

Tom said…
our paper money is all green. I kinda like the look of other-worldly bills, very pretty.

is it just me, or are cruise ships phenominally ugly these days?
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, it must get boring, all the same.

Also, some cruise ships are uglier than others. The one that was in town two days ago was quite attractive, but I didn't get an opportunity to capture a snap.
I love the title of this post. I'm up too :)
Kris McCracken said…
Susan, I am glad!
Leah said…
Funny! And best of all, you've reminded me of the term "dosh."
Magpie said…
Being a tourist, maybe you could have traded her one of her drab green bills for one of your lovely purple ones. :0)
Kris McCracken said…
Leah, dosh is still in currency [boom boom] around these parts.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, I shall try that one.
Brian Miller said…
nice. tourists may be a pain, but they bring the green...kinda glad i dont live in a touristy place.
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, we hardly see 'em in winter. I have the misfortune to work in the number one tourist trap in Tasmania, so I feel it more than most.
Anonymous said…
hope it wopnt be just green money at the end in the place of a green earth...

and the cruise ships are indeed ugly...
anthonynorth said…
Most green money has disappeared in the UK now. Love the title of this piece, too.
Roddy said…
Two hundred dollar gold coins rattle nicer.
Still if you've got the wealth, flaunt it.
A.T.M's. only distribute fifties. Money changers? Who knows!
Brian Miller said…
i am seeeing a lot of quiet full belly pigs around today...
Unknown said…
Green notes, awesome!
Love your post. Great take!

Kris, just so that you know,
I am Chinese , I really do not
understand what you wrote on my blog.
So sorry.

hugs
shakira
Betsy Brock said…
Ha. I was born in Kokomo!
Ziva said…
I love the title of this post! I deal in Euros and even though I've been told the 100 euro bill is indeed green, I've never actually held one. I'll probably need to find a tourist to see one.
Tess Kincaid said…
Hahaha...I was born in Kokomo, Indiana, too. That made it especially funny!
Kris McCracken said…
Faery, I rarely see the hundreds, but see plenty of green.
Kris McCracken said…
Anthony, the title is one of Steven Wright's zingers.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they go into Thomas Cook.
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, it's that time of year...
Kris McCracken said…
shakira, it's Gaelic. Google it for the answer!
Kris McCracken said…
Betsy, lovely town, home of Strother Martin!
Kris McCracken said…
Ziva, I wonder what colour the Zimbabwean 1 trillion dollar note is?
Kris McCracken said…
Willow, home of canned tomato juice!
Roddy said…
I too find the passenger ships of today ugly. Give me the open decks and clean lines of a true Lady of the sea. Unfortunately most passenger ships resemble floating hotels. Nothing outside, all indoors and no fresh air. The bane of my existence, air conditioning. Yuck!
Kris McCracken said…
We had the QEII here last year. That looked okay.
California Girl said…
cruises do mean money. we've only been on one and we spent ALOT. it was worth it tho'. I like your TT take.

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