Banking


It was a hot summer’s day with a hazy horizon due to the wildfires around Pemberton. 

“Nothing like the wild-fires in Ontario that make the president’s eyes water and scrambles his mind beyond sanity,” I said.

“He seriously suggested imposing more tariffs because Canadian smoke is drifting south. How about sending up some fire fighters instead,” he said, shaking his head.

We both took a long swallow of cold, golden goodness.

“I don’t know how you do your banking Camp but when I read headlines like: Big banks post record profits I cringe. Of course, we all know banks never loose, they just up their fees and lend out more money.”

“Not sure where you’re going with this my friend. Something must have crawled over your liver, to use an old idiom.”

“Well, you’re right. Here is my little story: Last year we bought in to a spiel about a new and very advantageous credit card, the CIBC Aeroplan Infinite. Big name. Big promises. We were also told that as long we kept a certain amount of money in our chequing account the yearly fees of $ 189.- would be waived. So far, so good. When I went into the branch the other day for another issue, I inquired about this arrangement. I was told that: ‘oh sorry, the terms have changed. You must have gotten an email about this. They have rescinded those terms last November and are now charging the full amount.’

‘You’re kidding? What about the free companion card I was promised?’ I asked. 

‘Sorry, that also no longer applies but the good news is that for seniors they are giving away a $ 50 bonus on renewal.’ 

‘Let me get this right,’ I said. ‘CIBC unilaterally and arbitrary changes the contracted agreement we had and takes away the promised perks that made us buy into this card in the first place. Just like that. Also, I never got an email about this.’ 

‘I’m so sorry sir,’ the managerial person said, ‘I advise you to change to this new card that is absolutely fee-free and has all the same perks your current card has.’

‘Changing to a new card is like losing my present card,’ I said. ‘I would have to change all my pre-authorized subscriptions and bill payments. What’s the point if they can change those terms on a whim. Thank you very much for your help and insights.’

I hope the manager didn’t take my displeasure personal but I was pissed.”

“Those sounds like rich people problems. I do my personal and the stores banking with the Credit Union since day one and I don’t have a credit card. Call me old fashioned but I still use cash. Whenever possible. The reason being that a 50 dollar bill is always a 50 dollar bill. If you use a charge card, several dollars go away and the 50 bucks are suddenly only 48 bucks. The issuer and the banks they represent make money every time you swipe that piece of plastic. I should know because most people use the cards at the store and it costs me every time. Cash is almost an anachronism.”

“You’re probably right Camp. Rich man problems. I wonder where all that cash is that the Bank of Canada prints if nobody is using it?”

“Good question.”

We finished our beers. 

When Vicky came around with another round, I asked her about her payment preferences. 

“I use my card because I don’t have to pay for 30 days but I prefer cash, as in tips,” she said, winking at us. 

We got the message. We agreed to pay in cash from now on. Screw the banks and credit card companies. 

Theatre of the Absurd


Camp was in a good mood since the weather was perfect: warm days and cool nights, unlike the relentless heat wave in Europe and tourists were patronizing the book store and the beer was fresh and cold. He also had something on his mind. I could tell by the way he tousled his grey curls with the free hand while the  other held on to his pint.

“Here is what I can gleam from scanning the news this week” he said. “The Qatari gifted and gilded Airforce 1 lands in Ankara for the NATO summit and its orange skinned passenger is received like the second coming. All the oxygen is sucked out of the space and guests and onlookers sway and swoon, unsure of their role in this charade. Will they be asked to smile and nod or curtsey or just stand there with hands folded at their backs, choking back bile and clenching buttocks?”

 “As the world watches in disbelieve,” I said.

“I have to say that Trump outdid himself this week. First he inserted himself as chief referee into the FIFA Worldcup.  He made the call to his buddy Fifantino and got the US team’s Folarin Balagun’s red card rescinded. Everybody got mad about this outrageous interference, especially the Belgians who didn’t really know who this guy was until he was suddenly pushed to the front pages. Turns out he plies his trade in France and plays for Monaco.”

 “Isn’t he an American by birthright citizenship, the kind his benefactor wanted the supreme court to disallow.”

“Poor Balogun, not even he could stop the 4:1 trouncing of the Americans by the motivated Belgians. Reverse this! the Belgian soccer federation posted after the game.”

We both shook our heads and concentrated on our drinks for a beat.

“Last Wednesday a federal judge ordered the release of $ 5.8 million to E. Jean Carrol for Trump’s sex abuse and defamation conviction. This comes days after the Supreme Court rejected an appeal by Trump and despite his attempt to get the justices to reconsider. Everybody knows he did it.”

“Everybody also knows now that Trump and his family amassed a fortune somewhere between 3 and 4 billion dollars since his return to the White House, much of it from shady crypto ventures.”

“Yes, and still 36% of Americans approve of this president. What is wrong with these people and what do they want?” I asked, exasperated

“Well, I can tell you that the millions of fundamental religious zealots support him as well as the white supremacy sympathizers and racists and all those that profit from his warmongering and tariff wars,” Camp said.

“Did you read about Meta’s plans to build a 13 million dollar, 1.4 gigawatt data centre north of Edmonton? It will be built on 1750 acres of land, almost twice the size of Stanley Park in Vancouver. Meta claims that if will fully fund a new natural gas generation plant and infrastructure which will consume about the same as 800’000 homes. All this for cloud data storage and AI bots.”

“Remember that Stones song, Get off of my cloud? That should be the new theme song,” Camp said and just in time Vicky served up two mugs of cold, golden lager. Nothing artificial or intelligent about beer.