( 8:04 AM ) teahouse
Public Humiliation
When I go to the gym, I always leave my wallet at home. It's a 2 block walk from my place, and too bulky to carry around.
Yesterday, on my way to the gym, I tucked my gym membership card and a $20 bill into my pocket. My plan was to stop at the supermarket on the way home to pick up groceries.
At the Food Emporium, I bought milk, orange juice, a tilapia fillet, a couple of sprigs of cilantro and a pound of grapes.
The cashier rang it up: $20.46.
All I had was the $20. I felt like such a bag lady, saying, "I don't have enough!" Nobody in line offered to help me out, the cashier rolled her eyes, sighed heavily and then got on the intercom to announce to the whole store that the manager was needed to approve the subtraction of the cilantro off the bill.
That got it down to $18.95. The entire line was held up, and I was totally humiliated. I muttered weakly, "I really do have the money..it's just that I came from the gym and my wallet is at home..."
From now on I'm sticking with Fresh Direct. It's all pay by credit card, and they deliver straight to my apartment.
In the meantime, I can't show my face again at the Food Emporium for at least a month.
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