Two Things and a Story
I’m way into ‘Cake Mania’ today and yesterday. I may be sick of it tomorrow…Also, I wanna see ‘The Hoax’ next week. I like hoaxes - or the idea of them anyway…
I guess I haven’t written for a while. I don’t know. I feel kinda emotionally burned. I don’t know what to think anymore.
So I’ll tell you a story that I told Henry Phillips on a long drive - and he liked it.
On the road.
One time we were checking into a hotel - I can’t remember where. Anyway, for some reason we didn'’t have a credit card - just an ATM card and some cold hard cash..
So we ask the front desk if we could get a room - it wasn’t anything special. A Sheraton perhaps. Under $100 a night.
We only wanted to stay one night. We told the girl at the front desk that we could put down a bunch of cash for the room - we offered to give them like, $500 cash deposit for the room, and we get the balance back the next day. It was late at night. We had money from a gig or selling CDS after the show or something.
‘We don’t take cash. Only credit cards’, she says.
“How about $700 for the night?”
“We don’t take cash. Credit card only”
Mitch: “Do you know what a credit card represents? Money. Money is the real version of a credit card. Paying by credit card is a long version of money”
Her: “We don’t take cash. Only credit cards”
I could see Mitch getting frustrated.
“We’ll give you all the cash we have as a deposit for the room, ma’am”
“We don’t take…..”
Then Mitch goes:
“So your saying you don’t want the real thing? Like if it was your birthday, and someone sent you a singing telegram - a Frank Sinatra Impersonator to sing you ‘Happy Birthday - you would get mad if the real Frank Sinatra showed up? You’d refuse to listen to the real Frank Sinatra?”
“We don’t take cash, sir”