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So I was in the Safeway last week spending my last five dollars on a 1/2 gallon of pumpkin pie ice cream (don't judge, that is the only size it comes in, and it is good) when in the checkout line I started to freak out. It was my turn to pay and I hate people who hold up the line, but I could not find my debit card. As I frantically look through my Santa Claus size bag I am relieved to find it all the way at the bottom neatly wrapped in a Starbucks receipt as if I am responsible enough to enter the $6.16 Macchiato and scone into some imaginary check register that I actually use to keep an accurate record of my transactions to prevent me from bouncing a check which puts me in the position of spending my last five dollars in the first place.
In my relief I spin around proudly to give the checkout woman my card as if I knew all along exactly where it was and she had no right to give me the reproachful look she was giving me, in fact, she should save that look for three days from now when I have to write a check that will probably bounce for bologna and bread. As I am spinning my enormous bag knocks a cute little older gentleman right upside his cute little older gentleman head. It seems he was standing behind me the whole time filling out a form for a discount card, so that he may benefit from great grocery store specials, like 10 lbs of Asparagus for $10 or buy one get one free jars of plum jelly.
I apologize with out looking at the man, since I am more concerned with my found credit card than the well being of others. He nods in my direction and that's that.
Except I hear out of the corner of my ear, another man addressing the man I hit "Father so good to see you"
I perk up "Father??" The man smiles up at me, I hit a priest, I hit a priest in the head with my purse.
Merry Christmas
