Nothing makes you look like a pillar of the community quite like the cashier having to interrupt you shrieking at your kids to tell you you're going to have to find another way to pay for the three sizes of diapers and giant bottle of Colace. And even though they pretend to believe you when you say "Oh, I must have forgotten to activate my new card," they are TOTALLY JUDGING YOU.
We pay for day-to-day things with cash, so I don't run into this problem a LOT. However, we have been a little distracted recently and haven't been to the bank since the beginning of December for more cash (yes we still go to the people bank, we're retro).
So today at 4:45 when I finally looked up from preparing for my new class and the breastfeeding marathon I've been living for the last three weeks, it was clear that there was no way I'd have time to go out to the store (with all three kids since Ryan had someone coming to look at my old car), come home, and cook dinner before everyone started freaking the freak out. We decided to head for the Freddie's drive-through, so I threw on a long coat over the super klassy extra-large long-sleeved Old Navy t-shirt and freaking maternity capri leggings I was wearing and herded everyone into the minivan.
We had already ordered our delicious, cooked-to-order burgers when I remembered that my card had been declined Friday when we were at the grocery store--Because of the totally unnecessary new card, NOT because we are delinquent dirtbags. So, applying the power of magical thinking, I handed my card over to the cashier and whispered a little prayer. It didn't work. "Your card was declined," she said, then smiled awkwardly. "OHH, that's because of the..." I trailed off because really, who cares. But why oh why couldn't I have AT LEAST been wearing some real pants for this transaction?
I upended my purse on the passenger seat and managed to come up with thirteen dollars in bills and seven dollars in dirty, dirty change among the rubble. Once I picked the pieces of hair and the larger crumbs out of the change I handed it all over with the confident smile of someone who pays off their credit card bill every month. The cashier handed me our greasy bag of goodness and we agreed to disagree about the state of my financial affairs. And my fashion sense.