Paper Trail
In the '90s, my Russian Hill 'hood in SF had one token homeless guy (if you lived in SF then, you may remember the Marina's Streamer guy or North Beach's Gnome). Ours was a young, red-haired guy (kinda looked like Eric Stolz in Mask without, y'know, the face) who'd shuffle up and down the street with his battered backpack - keeping to himself and never asking for cash. One day I popped into the corner store and lined up behind him at the ATM (surprised to see you here…). He left his receipt behind. I'll cut him some slack, but what's with these receipt litterers? Curious, I checked it and his balance was $500 – felt good to know he was covered.
As for me, I'd squirrel my receipts in a box – worried my bank wouldn't believe that I had made a deposit. I've weaned myself off them since (I'm OCD about checking my account online). Plus, I save a lotta minutes (and trees, natch) not waiting for a receipt to print.
-Senior Editor Theresa…off to just say no receipts and mind her business…
As for me, I'd squirrel my receipts in a box – worried my bank wouldn't believe that I had made a deposit. I've weaned myself off them since (I'm OCD about checking my account online). Plus, I save a lotta minutes (and trees, natch) not waiting for a receipt to print.
-Senior Editor Theresa…off to just say no receipts and mind her business…




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