Bad Time at the Hippiefood store
Last Friday, payday, Chris and I walked to Sundance, the health food store. I am always up for a nice walk, with Chris, and they have the wonderful baked goods. I would eat the peanut butter chocolate crispy bar every day if i wasn't already fat enough and they didn't cost $2.50
while in the line to checkout, a nice old hippie man struck up a conversation with me as i was setting up to pay. What with the checkout line anxiety that i have, this is not a good time for me. He offered all the pretty rocks out of a baggy that i wanted, he said he'd blessed them all and held them up to the light and asked for them to be infused with happiness and love or some shit. So i'm being nice and smiling and nodding and choosing rocks, and then all of a sudden and out of nowhere, my card is declined.
Now that is just plain dumb because that morning before even opening my eyes I had called the bank and my big fat check was already in there. I don't care how easy-going the people that frequent that store are and how cool about it the checkout guy was, that shit is embarrassing and I'm up to panic level 6 from the usual 2. The Blessed Rock man moved away from the register, he said 'oh it's probably me', that his energies interfere with electrical equipment
Chris is always cool as shit so he handled the situation and we went next door to the Dari-Mart to get out some cash. A balance inquiry confirmed the fact that the universe was just fucking with me, but then the ATM wouldn't let me have any cash. I called the bank, and there was some sorta hold on my shit from being overdraft for so long while i waited for my freakin payroll stuff to get straightened out. This is my old bank back home - Vanessa (i think her name was) should know that it's not professional to call someone freaking out about their money being held hostage without due notification "sweet girl". Fuck you bitch, just take care of it.
Anyway when we went back the checkout guy was surprised to see us (because having worked in retail i know that no one EVER comes back). He said Magnified Energy Man had to wait even longer because our stuff accidentally made it onto his ticket. I wonder what I should do with these 5 different pretty rocks since they're all infused with my social anxiety fumes now?...
while in the line to checkout, a nice old hippie man struck up a conversation with me as i was setting up to pay. What with the checkout line anxiety that i have, this is not a good time for me. He offered all the pretty rocks out of a baggy that i wanted, he said he'd blessed them all and held them up to the light and asked for them to be infused with happiness and love or some shit. So i'm being nice and smiling and nodding and choosing rocks, and then all of a sudden and out of nowhere, my card is declined.
Now that is just plain dumb because that morning before even opening my eyes I had called the bank and my big fat check was already in there. I don't care how easy-going the people that frequent that store are and how cool about it the checkout guy was, that shit is embarrassing and I'm up to panic level 6 from the usual 2. The Blessed Rock man moved away from the register, he said 'oh it's probably me', that his energies interfere with electrical equipment
Chris is always cool as shit so he handled the situation and we went next door to the Dari-Mart to get out some cash. A balance inquiry confirmed the fact that the universe was just fucking with me, but then the ATM wouldn't let me have any cash. I called the bank, and there was some sorta hold on my shit from being overdraft for so long while i waited for my freakin payroll stuff to get straightened out. This is my old bank back home - Vanessa (i think her name was) should know that it's not professional to call someone freaking out about their money being held hostage without due notification "sweet girl". Fuck you bitch, just take care of it.
Anyway when we went back the checkout guy was surprised to see us (because having worked in retail i know that no one EVER comes back). He said Magnified Energy Man had to wait even longer because our stuff accidentally made it onto his ticket. I wonder what I should do with these 5 different pretty rocks since they're all infused with my social anxiety fumes now?...