Lesson Learned: Keep Track of Your Crap!
I am so exhausted I just want to crash on the couch and watch Loki, I mean Thor... but that's not going to happen because it's dinnertime and people need to be fed, but...
Today the girls and I went out and did errands -- we were running
around ALL afternoon, and after we were done at Target and checking out,
I was like, "WHERE'S MY DEBIT CARD?"
Frantic searching of
wallet, frantic searching of purse, frantic searching of back pockets,
frantic quizzing the girls on where we were last, and then I *AT LEAST*
remembered I had checks so I could pay for the stuff at Target.
Went to the customer service desk for a phone book to call the Chinese
restaurant we had just had lunch at... but she didn't have my card. I
asked a million times, "Are you SURE?"
Frantic-ness!!!
My
life was on hold because I couldn't find this one stupid, slim piece of
plastic!!! The girls were tired, I was tired, and I was like, "Well,
let's go to the bank and cancel the card..." when Emily remembered the
last place we were at was Payless Shoes!! (Which we call PayMore Shoes,
but that's a different story.)
We drove back to the mall (right next to Target), and ran to the PayMore Shoes -- and she had it!!! *WHEW*
The thing that got me was PayMore Shoes wasn't On The List. I had been
standing there in Target looking at The List of Errands and it wasn't
there... we had popped in there to buy Emily new flats because we saw
they were on sale! *GAH!!*
Okay. So that was fun. NOT. ROFL!!!
It's amazing how much of a hold those slim pieces of plastic have on our lives. I work at a bookstore and one day a man left his card here. I didn't have his number, so I called the 800 number on the back of the card and asked them to contact him to tell him where his card was. Instead, they cancelled his card immediately. Of course, he came back to the store an hour later and was bummed that he had to get a new card. I always seem to help just a little too much!
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious! Once when I was in college I found someone's gas card. I found him in the phone book and was able to get his card back to him. (I was paranoid and had him tell me where he thought he might have dropped it, and he got the neighborhood right. LOL)
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