I made a small purchase yesterday,
and the total came to $6.30. I pulled
out my wallet so that I could pay in cash, which never happens to me. I rarely have cash and use my credit card for
everything. This is Hubby’s way of
tracking my purchases. He thinks I don’t
know this. I do. We spent the first ten years of our marriage
arguing about why I never document my purchases in the check register, and so
now the credit card company does it for me.
Everybody wins.
When I prepared to pay for my
items, I pulled out a wad o’ cash.
I could have paid the $6.30, said
thank you, and been on my way . . . but NO.
I felt the need to explain.
“We just went to Hershey Park last
weekend. That’s why I have all this
cash,” I said.
The saleswoman smiled, probably a
bit taken aback by my verbal spewage.
“I just didn’t want you to think
I’m a drug dealer,” I continued.
Awkward smile.
“Or a stripper,” I chuckled as I
folded my singles.
Please, make it stop.
“You know, we stay-at-home moms
have to make some money somewhere!”
I should not be allowed to wander
alone in the wild.
Oh my gosh, I do this too! My most recent was with a rental car company.. I didn't have my wedding ring on and I didn't want her to think I was a single mother. I explained that he travels and I'm okay with it because it affords me to stay home and it's sometimes easier when he's away and I. Just. Couldn't. Stop. You're awesome!
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