When my mother asked me a couple of weeks ago how many new notes of each denomination I would need for this New Year's ang pows (red packets), my head was full of moving house and I just gave her some rough numbers over the phone.
It was only when I sat down to pack ang pows this morning --- less than an hour before I'm due at Fifth Aunt's, I might add --- that I realised I'd grossly miscalculated and didn't have enough money. As a result, my first SMS of the New Year was hardly an auspicious one. I sent the following to my mom:
Can you bring me an extra $[amount redacted] in $2 bills?Her answer was yes, of course, because my mother is nothing if not hyper-efficient. Unlike, say, me.
Happy new year, everyone!