Remember when I bragged about my detective skills? It seems my observational prowess is not nearly as great as I thought it was. Yesterday I left my bank card in the debit machine at the grocery store. In my defense I was distracted by the conveyor belt at the checkout I used. It wouldn't stop moving and the cashier and I were struggling with it as I tried to remove boxes of jars off the conveyor belt and into my cart. Fortunately it was at the very next store that I realized the bank card was missing from my wallet and I made a return trip through town to retrieve it. I approached the cashier at the first till and asked where I should go to inquire about my card.
"Right here" she replied as she opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of bank cards. "Can you tell me the last three numbers of your card?" she asked.
"ummmm.....no?" I ventured "but it's got my name on it." I proceeded to tell her my name. She proceeded to tell me that there were no names on either of the two cards from my bank. My heart skipped a beat. Perhaps my card had dropped in the parking lot and was gone for good.
"Could you check the back of it please? I know that my signature is on the back."
She checked. No signature on either card.
"I was just here less than half an hour ago, and I left it at that checkout there." I explained as I pointed out the lane I had used.
"This would be the one then. " She said as she handed me a card. "Maybe you could try and purchase something with it."
I did. It worked. Don't judge.
When you shop at a store that displays signs like this though, it's hard to feel overly stupid.
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