I saw something new today, but I didn't have my camera. The people next to me at the farmers market -- a cute, young couple who sell pork products -- were taking credit cards.
They have a little table, a board with prices on it, two coolers full of pig, and an ipad. Yep.
Here's how it works. See this little do-hickey that's hardly bigger than the end of your thumb?
I recall, nearly 24 years ago, when Adam and I went on our honeymoon. My father-in-law, dear soul that he is, handed Adam his credit card (yeehaw!!), and told us to have fun. I kid you not. But here's the thing: we had to hunt to find places to eat that would take a credit card. Fast food places didn't take them, nor some restaurants. We did some mighty fine eating on that trip! I've always remembered and loved his generosity.
But now? We could eat on our honeymoon at the farmers market. Go figure.