It says card declined.
The cashier looks at me inquisitively. I return his gaze. I have no idea why my bank card would be declined. I insert it again.
Still says card declined.
His face grows bored. The checkout line lengthens. I glance apologetically at those waiting, wishing I had tossed the checkbook into my purse this morning.
Ok. I’m going home to get my checkbook. Can you keep these to the side for me?
My cart waits at Customer Service. I exit Food Lion full of second thoughts about today’s grocery visit. Maybe my card knows something I do not and is trying to keep me from the constant grocery spending hemorrhage that seems to be taking over.
Daily I stop in for bananas or bread or milk. There is always something written on the marker board in the kitchen. I don’t have my usual photo of it but certainly I can remember the items.
apples, oats, both kinds of bread, butter, block of cheese
There is marked down meat, always a find. I add it to the cart with the apples. Rounding the back of the store I remember bacon and coffee cream.
What else was on that list again? We need juice for lunches.
I am glad to see that juice is on the same aisle as oats and add two boxes of Capri Sun to the cart.
Piling items on the checkout conveyor I remember butter and cheese. Hoping that the lady in front of me will move slowly, I run to the dairy aisle to grab them.
Returning with time to spare, my card is declined and I drive home for my checkbook.
Bread! That’s what I forgot. Two kinds of bread!
At Customer Service, one of my favorite cashiers collects my check, making small talk as she enters data into the register. I ask if I can leave the cart there to grab bread.
Oh! You could have gotten bread first and paid for it here.
I assure her it’s okay, hoping it will give me a chance to see what’s up with my card. I grab four loaves of bread and enter the express checkout line.
Another friendly cashier rings up my purchase. I laugh over the events of the day when she asks how I am doing.
Somehow I continue to hold the illusion that I will get my act together one of these days!
Yeah. those ducks are hard to get in a row.
Mine are quacking all over the place!
Laughter ensues as I insert my card only to have her tell me,
If you have ninety cents that’s all you need.
Looking at the screen, I see that the total is $12.90 but that I have earned $12 in rewards, making the purchase $.90. Surprised, I fish through the change in my wallet, taking out quarters and nickels to make up the difference.
For a minute my ducks all lined up and handed me free bread, and it was beautiful.