You Should Call Them “Fun to Laugh at People Who Think They’re Ever Going To Save Money With These” Cards
I am beginning to hate shopping. Actually, I still like shopping; it’s the purchasing part that I’ve come to dread. Lately, it’s feeling more and more like I’m subjecting myself to a final exam every time I walk up to the cash register – and not only didn’t I study for it, but I slept through every lecture.
“May I have your phone number?”
“I don’t give that out.”
“Well, do you receive our offers by mail?”
“Yes.” (No, I don’t. But I don’t want you to ask me for my address.)
“Because it’s all tied in to your phone number.”
“I don’t give that out.”
She eyes me suspiciously. “Okay, well do you have the Fun Cards we gave you last time?”
“No, I thought I couldn’t use them today because you’re having a sale.”
“Oh, you can’t. I was just asking.” Uh huh. You were trying to trick me into trying to use them. But I can’t use them anyway. Not only because you are having a sale, but because they are expired – and I lost them anyway.
“So, is this all together?”
“No, my daughter is paying for that pile, and I am paying for the one that I am holding and haven’t put on the counter yet.”
“Well, we could do them both together.”
“I kind of separated them for a reason.” I don’t want to do them all together. But I guess that’s not the right answer either…
“That’s okay. I can ring them all up at the same time.”
“But she is paying with cash, and I am paying with my debit card.”
“That’s okay. We can still do them together. It’s no problem, really.”
So my daughter and I (and the three people standing behind me) wait, while she uses a calculator to figure out how much my daughter’s share is, then rings up mine, and uses a calculator to figure out what my
grade share is. After cash is handed over, change is returned, debit card is swiped, and receipt is signed, our purchase is finally bagged.
“There! Now, you’ve earned 100,000,000 dollars in Fun Cards and you can use them starting April 1st. You can even use them together.”
“Thank you. I will put these in my wallet, and I will be sure, on April Fool’s Day, to make a special trip to your store so I can buy an entire wardrobe of inappropriate attire for my daughter.”
“Thank you for shopping with us.”
Thank you for taking the joy out of my day and making the people behind me hate me for taking so long.
“Mom, now let’s go to Bath and Body Works! We can use those coupons you threw away in the garbage and I fished out.”