One of those Flint "backwater" moments. This morning, in a burst of Monday ambition, I popped out of bed on a hunt for euros. My sister-in-law is going to Italy for her birthday and I thought it would be fun to send her a few euros: I know the exact piazza she'll be hanging out at in Rome, the one right in front of the Pantheon. I wanted her to have a couple of espressos on me.
Called my credit union. NO WAY, NO EUROS.
Called two banks: in addition to sounding incredulous that I wanted some euros, they said I had to order them and there would be a several-day wait.
Called what's supposed to be Flint's best hotel: clueless and apparently lead-poisoned.
I settled for express-mailing her a Franklin in her birthday card. Happy Birthday, Gail!