

Once upon a time on a stinking hot day at Bondi beach, I decided to copy every other pseudo-hipster-health-nut in the vicinity and get myself a green juice.
Not a momentous or difficult task, you would assume. Not a mission so impossible it would leave me in a state of near exhaustion, you would think. But you would be wrong.
After locating a suitable vendor I placed my order and handed over my card only to be greeted with one of the most frustrating phrases ever uttered.
“Oh, we’re cash only.”
Oh, so you won’t take my valid form of currency to purchase your exorbitantly priced juice that will ultimately pay your rent? Fine I’ll take my moolah elsewhere, I thought. Your. Loss.
But no, metres and metres of walking to two other stores and I was faced with the same dilemma. Cash only.
How is it possible that in this technologically advanced day and age, I am not able to flood my meagre Instagram following with #cleaneating updates just because of my chosen method of payment?!
It’s well and truly a first world problem, I know. But it began my noble crusade to bring about a cashless society. Because we all deserve to be able to purchase a coffee — without having to throw in a muffin to reach the “EFTPOS minimum”.
And trust me I’m not without some very valid reasons that are definitely not incredibly generalised and based on my own personal vendetta.