Friday, August 24, 2012

Verbal Vomit

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.

1 comment:

  1. 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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