Last weekend I was at the liquor store buying some wine to bring with me to my brother and sister-in-law's house. Annnnnnd I reached into my Big Bulky Purse, only to remember I'd already switched my credit card to my Small Cute purse. Very embarrassing. Fortunately I live relatively close, so I zoomed home, got my Small Cute purse, and zoomed back to pay for the wine.
Mid-week, I stopped at the bank. We were urgently in need of cash: the last time I'd stopped, the machine was out of cash; the time before, I was sixth in line and I waited more than five minutes and the line didn't move at all, and we had frozens in the car so I had to give up. I was relieved to remember to stop again, and then I discovered I didn't have my checkbook (which has my ATM card in it), so I had to just leave. When I got home, I found I'd absentmindedly put the checkbook away with my calculator after balancing, instead of putting it back in my purse.
This morning, I went to the grocery store, and discovered at checkout my wallet wasn't in my purse. Which I felt pretty stupid telling the cashier, because I was holding a wallet as I said it---but it was my Assorted Stuff wallet (member cards, department store credit cards, coupons) rather than my Absolute Essentials wallet (driver's license, CREDIT CARD). And my grocery store doesn't take checks (I DID have my checkbook this time) without an application process, which I have never done because I never pay with a check. And I kept rummaging with increasing desperation through my uncooperative Giant Purse, because the wallet COULD NOT be gone, and yet it continued to be gone. So I pulled out my bank card, which has a Visa symbol on it, and I've never used it to pay for anything so I hope that hasn't screwed up everything in the world. It said "debit" on it, but she said it wouldn't go through except as a credit. OH WHAT HAVE I DONE?? (My wallet, luckily, was on the floor of the coat closet.)
I don't know if I'm hoping you'll tell me you do the same thing all the time, or if I'm hoping you'll encourage me to check in to a nice quiet assisted-living facility.
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