I was working at Blockbuster. Many years ago.

It was a busy afternoon. A woman came to my counter. Early twenties; not much older than me, that's for sure.
She handed me the movies, and her membership card.

When she spoke, she had an English accent.

"May we pay with chestnuts?" she asked.

She showed me her jacket front, curled up and cradling dozens of big, fresh chestnuts.

If only I had had my wallet on me, I would've let her.