Yesterday was an interesting adventure in the life of the broke. Recently, I decided to move to Spain, so I had to pretty much clean out my bank account to be able to start the visa process. As a result, I have about $3 to my name at the moment. And cash machines do not allow you to withdraw a measly $3. I had only enough spare change to get to and from one class, my morning class.
I had to teach a new class in the afternoon. I had no money for the bus. I tore apart my apartment searching for spare change. I found enough to get me there, but not back. I started panicking at the thought of being stranded in another part of Quito with no money, so even though I knew I was running late, I continued to search for change. No luck. I finally though, "screw this!" and went to work. Several pissed off, embarrassed inner monologues and one call from my boss later, I arrived at my job 25 minutes late. I felt pretty sheepish.
After the class, I needed to get home. But I had no money. I casually looked around to see if anyone had dropped a quarter somewhere. No such luck. I walked to the nearest bank to see if I could get the cashier to withdraw my three dollars for me. But silly me, I had left my account number at home! So I figured I had two choices: hitchhike or walk. I wasn't quite sure how to hitchhike in downtown Quito, and I figured that being a foreign-looking young female, that was probably a bad idea.
So I walked home. In the hot sun, wearing boots and a sweater. And I had forgotten my water bottle. I arrived at my house about 90 minutes later, a sweaty, dehydrated, sore mess.
About 3 hours later I decided to clean my apartment. Guess what I found?
My parents' spare change stash! And there was enough there for several bus rides. Go figure...
Comments (1)
nice. good effort in improvising. you figured it out all out.