I’m Her Hume Cronyn She’s My Jessica Tandy
One of my favorite things that happens here is when they run out of “loose” (coins) at the market they ask if you’ll take your change in candy. Which, OBVIOUSLY YES GIMME IT. I would do this even if you had money to give me, kind madam, coins are made of METAL and therefore NOT DELICIOUS. Dahlian dreamland! The fungibility of sugar! &c. &c. Also it always makes me think of when I was little and basically the only way I could understand currency was as a means to obtain Hershey’s Cookies ‘n’ Creme bars at the gas station a block from my house. The other connecting thread between these two periods of my life is that in both of them I am completely fucking terrified of crossing the street.