We had common sense and cash, that’s what.
Urgh.
Yesterday morning commenced with a full-out, very messy but overall fruitless search for my credit cards and ID. Because I’m a freak (or so my husband says), I panicked just a little and reported both cards missing before I left for work, leaving me not only cash poor, but credit poor as well. My bright idea was to, gasp, use my checkbook.
Apparently, that just isn’t done anymore. At all.
Normally, I don’t have that much need for money at school, but lately I’ve been darting in and out of the post office and the dreaded discount store on my lunch breaks to do yearbook-related things and mail out my classwork. Yesterday was another of those days since I needed to send off my last bit of classwork and pick up some sunscreen for a yearbook photog who got herself burned the last time she covered an outdoor sport.
The post office didn’t blink twice about the check (and they shouldn’t since I’m there, like, DAILY), but buying sunscreen was another story.
I’d lost my ID, too. That doesn’t make me a criminal, at all. I shop at this discount store more than weekly, but despite that and the number of former students who work there and SAW me, I wasn’t able to write a check for the stupid little bottle of $5 sunscreen. In fact, I was made to feel like everyone thought I was trying to pull one over on them.
Yeah. For a bottle of sunscreen.
I left the damn thing there, went to Subway, who doesn’t require ID, and got lunch. I fumed a bit.
You know, I can see requiring ID, but if an idiot like me loses her purse and is without all the plastic for a few days, don’t you think there should be some sort of override function on the cash register? It’s just a local check–it’s not even like I’m out of state or anything. AND people know me there–they’d be able to tell if I were trying to use someone else’s check. Grr.
See what I get for trying to do something nice?