Stores that only take cash are a mixed blessing. I like that they're fighting the good fight against Visa's global economic system, and I appreciate that Interac fees are a big drag on a small shop. But when I'm in one of these places and find myself at the cash register with nothing in my wallet except plastic, I'm not thinking macro economics, I'm pissed at these luddites who make it hard for me to GIVE THEM MONEY. But that's a topic for another bitch.
Right now I'm full of the love for my cash-only dry cleaner. I dropped off my coziest sweater in the morning for a cleaning because I've been wearing it non-stop this bitter winter. By the end of the day it was back, clean and fresh and ready to turn me back into the Purple Yeti. Only while they were giving me speedy service, I was forgetting to hit the bank machine, so there I was again, blood getting ready to boil as my fucking gold card wouldn't let me get a $7 sweater out of hock. "Bring the money next time you come in," said the dear angel of cleaning behind the counter. "I trust you." Halifax 1, Visa 0.