Into the shop I went,
Picked up my newspaper,
Went to the till.
A young lady was in front
Tapping at her ‘phone,
Trying to pay electronically.
The cashier was smiling,
You know the smile,
Not quite a grimace.
The electronics then worked,
The bill was paid.
I stood in front of the cashier,
Paid for the paper,
In the correct amount of coinage,
Paid in seconds.
“Thank you”, said the cashier,
“My pleasure”, I said.
I followed the young lady from the shop,
Still tapping away on her ‘phone.
Am I really that old fashioned
That I use money,
Not electronics,
To buy my newspaper.