Last night I was at Kroger picking up a few things for a sick friend. I really wanted to be in and out quickly so that I could get to that sweet yellow house asap. It was all going great. I found everything that I wanted in like one minute and then was headed straight for the self-checkout. This sweet old man and I were kinda headed in the same direction at the same time. Seeing as though I had a couple less items then he, he offered that I go first. I kindly thanked him and proceeded swiftly to scan my items and swipe my card. But my card wasn’t working. I apologized to the nice man and attempted to explain myself while getting my phone out to find my card number. I found it and tried again, only to be let down a second time. I tried using it as credit, but that didn’t work either. I sat there for what seemed like forever but in reality was probably only a split second thinking. Then DING! write a check-DUH! So I select the button on the screen that read ‘check’. And of course after I selected it did I realize that my check book was in my car. Because I don’t usually have much cash with me or spend less than $10.00 at Kroger, the greens were the last thing on my mind. But alas, I did remember I had some ones in there. So here I am counting out five one dollar bills when he hands me 11 cents so that I don’t break by one dollar bill. I was like okay….here you are letting me go before you and here I am being a goof and taking a really long time! He insists and I thank him putting the dime and penny into the coin slot. “You’re not going to believe this but, they’re jammed!” I told him.
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