groceries
i am such a creature of habit. someone needs to get groceries. i volunteer. oddly, b volunteers to go with me. cool. i'll enjoy the company. so we get everything. except the chicken with bones. they rarely carry that. apparently. and we check out. and i swipe my credit card. the old one. oops. i knew it wasn't going to work as soon as i did it. and before the manager came over to show me the rejection screen. woot. okay. um. i don't have enough cash. b has none. can i pay by check? fortunately, i have my checkbook. it takes a while. like nearly as long as it took to get the friggin groceries. whew. the worst part was listening to my teenager making fun of me. yeah yeah. shaddup.