My poor old memory, or lack thereof, not only gets me in trouble sometimes but can also affect innocent by-standers.
Yesterday, I had several errands to run, one of which was to return a couple of items to Tuesday Morning. I had lost my receipt, and didn’t know if they would take the items back, but they were happy to oblige. However, no cash back without a receipt so I was given an in-store credit.
The credit was just in the form of a cash register receipt, and knowing my track record for hanging onto receipts, I decided to look around for a few minutes to see if there might be something I wanted. After all, twenty-seven dollars and thirty-one cents is twenty-seven dollars and thirty-one cents!
I didn’t bother to get a shopping cart, cause I didn’t think I’d need it and besides the carts were kept outside which is really inconvenient anyway. I was in a hurry, knowing that I still had to get gas in the car, run by Walmart and Kroger, and pick up dry cleaning.
But, as luck has it, I found a small rug that I needed to go by my back door, and a pillow like I had been looking for, and a picture frame. None of these were heavy items, but were awkward to carry and my arms were full!
Then, one more thing caught my eye that I just had to look at, so I set all of my treasures down to
look at dog collars. I was all the way in the back of the store by this time. Not the collar I was looking for, I gathered up my stuff and headed for the check-out with it’s one and only clerk, a pleasant older lady who loves to talk and never gets in a hurry!
There were two people ahead of me in line and by the time she got them rung up and chatted with them, I must’ve stood in line for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Finally, as I piled my goods on the counter, I realized I didn’t have my purse.
Of course, panic set in immediately as I screeched, ” I don’t have my purse!” and headed back towards the back end of the store, my heart pounding! As soon as I rounded a corner, into another aisle, I could see it! Thank heavens, no one had taken it!
I grabbed my purse and headed back to the check-out when I heard raised voices. The clerk was gone from the counter. She had a man cornered who was holding a large plaid women’s purse over his shoulder.
“No!” I heard him say. “I told you, this is my WIFE’S purse! I’m just holding it for her!” About that time, I saw his wife rushing to the scene to rescue him.
” I found my purse!” I yelled and held it up for them all to see. The clerk began to apologize to the man and we all ended up just laughing. She finally got me checked out and I was almost on my way, but first, I had to listen to her story about her friend who was on her way to have a knee
replacement when her purse was snatched and how she had to sit in pre-op, canceling all of her credit cards. Like I said, this lady loves to talk! Later, friends!