My first time that I ever saw a cheque was here in Ireland. Big
grins and awkward looks when I pulled my Ulster Bank cheque book from the envelope
they sent me. Now I process them weekly, as clients still pay in by sending up
cheques, or handing them over personally in the bank. A laborious and time-consuming
process, but really the norm in here. Setting up a bank account took Bo four
months, and we pay our electricity bills in the post office. Internet banking
exists but is not frequently used, as cashiers still transfer large amounts of
money in between accounts for their customers. To top it off: my annual payment
for the tennis club I recently joined. 500 Euros, which I gladly paid for the
awesomeness I get in return, but rather through internet banking or by credit
card in order to retain proof of payment. In the end neither was possible; the
flavours were cheque or cash. And guess where the ten shiny 50-Euro notes
disappeared into? A cookie can, pictures and all, filled to the rim with bank
notes. I love it.
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