Some of my X-wifes family visited from England and they couldn't believe the amont of freedom we had....that was 20 years and a FEW lost freedoms ago.
A funny story.
One of the X's relatives was married to a bankers daughter. That relative banked with Barclays and could write checks anywhere in the world in the currency of whatever country he was in....BUT he couldn't get a check cashed around here because there were no Barclays banks around in this hick town. I came in for lunch one day, dirty and smelling like diesel fuel, wife told me about his problem. I told the wife to call and tell him to come on over and as soon as I finished eating we'd run up to the bank. He came over with the bankers daughter in tow. We got in my truck, me still dirty and stinking, she can't believe I was going to the bank like that, it's just wasn't done that way in England. We walked in and the bank president called me by my first name and I called him by his first name (hell we went to school together). He asked what he could do for me, I explained that relative from England needed to write a check for some cash. He said he was on the way to a meeting, see Freddy(VP) and he'd fix me right up......Freddy(went to school with him to) couldn't fathom taking the Englishmans check in dollars, not pounds, and not having to call New York or some where to get exchange rates.....Soooo, we went in his office and had a seat in the big soft chairs, me with the dirt, smell and all

...Finally after a few minutes of confusion, I told Freddy to just take his check, give him dollars and if he had any problems with it later that I'd cover it. We got the cash shortly and left.
We were in the bank less than 10 minutes probably but it must have taken an hour or two for the bankers daughter to be able to close her mouth and speak again......

.....She couldn't believe that they let me in the bank looking like that much less having the bank president call me by first name, shake my hand and then the VP do the same and invite us to sit in his office. While the bank staff was well dressed, the customers ran the gammit from well dressed, to me, farmers and other working class people that all got the same smile and welcome....seems things just weren't done that way in England.