I have to confess I do not understand currency conversion business. I’ve never understood how to profitably exchange currency nor do I intend to do anytime in future. Well who needs to know all that if you have a personal financial analyst at home for all that purpose.
Last week, I was assigned the very important task of transferring money back to
for some urgent work. I received a detailed instruction along with the price at
which I was supposed to convert and transfer the money. India
Until this point everything looked under straightforward, or maybe I was wishing it to be. Just as I got out, I get a call from the husband, “have you transferred money?” he asked. I was not sure if my no was going to get me into trouble, however hesitantly I said “I am just on my way”. “Hold on let me call you back, think the prices have gone up”.
Upon reaching my destination I get another call, this time hubby says forget all the instructions I gave you earlier. Really? Forget all that and head back home I wondered. Ha Ha !! It wasn’t going to be that easy for me. His next instructions were to get rates anything better than 69.50. Very naively I asked “69.55 or 69.60?”. Technically 55 is bigger than 50 isn’t it? “Sangi no 69.45 is better”, “really?” I asked, surely somebody got his numbers wrong.
“45, are you sure?” I re-checked, “yes” was his prompt reply, thinking to myself that I shouldn’t doubt his knowledge and I got into the exchange. I ask the first person what is the best rate I could get and the smiling lady tells 69.50. I asked if I could get better rate than 69.50 and then I was directed to another gentleman. So he first tells me 69.80 and that confused me once again “is that the best you can give?” I asked. So he then decided to put in plain words for me, which definitely didn’t help.
Panicking I quickly call my husband, while I was dialing I explained to him how didn’t understand any of this. Jokingly I told him, if you don’t give me a good rate, my husband would pack me off to
without the money. The two
had some conversation and then decided on 69.45. That made some sense for me
now. Happily I then gave him the bank details and got the receipt from to
handover the cash to the cashier. India
And while I was counting the money, he interrupts to ask, “now I am sure he will not send you to
right?”. To which I replied, “No he won’t be sending me, while he said is going
to strave me for 3 days for not getting 69.40”, and everyone on the floor
started laughing. With the jokes exchanged on numeric capabilities I headed for
the cashier’s desk and handed over the money I said “here you go doctor”.
Everyone laughed again. India
Feeling embarrassed on my silliness I got out, thanking the god lord for almost teaching me something new.
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