A mom from my daughter’s team asked me to send twelve dollars through another payment app.
I already have three payment apps, two banking apps, and a school lunch account that requires a password containing a symbol, a number, and apparently the blood of a notary.
I offered cash. She said cash was hard to track.
We were standing six feet apart in a gym. I had twelve dollars in my hand.
I am not downloading another app so I can reimburse someone for orange slices.
Am I becoming difficult, or has paying people become unnecessarily complicated?
No shame. Financial boundaries can include refusing nonsense technology.
My family has started acting like cash is contraband.
I would rather mail a check like somebody’s aunt.
If you need three apps to split brunch, brunch has failed.
I already have Venmo. That is my final frontier.
I do not need another login to send twelve dollars.
The app is free until it starts sending you notifications at 2 a.m.
Every app wants my card, my birthday and access to my soul.
The fees alone make me irrationally angry.
Cash worked for centuries. I am not joining FoamPay or whatever this week.