Hello from chilly, windy, rainy, blustery North Vancouver! It is miserable outside! A stormy remnant of a tropical depression from Asia has moved on shore, and we know it, believe me. I think the temperature might have hit 45 today, but with the wind blowing, it feels colder than that. Add in the rain whipping around your legs as you go from your car to the store, and it's just icky, plain and simple.
I had my grocery shopping to do today. It would have been a simple task, if I hadn't switched purses last week when I went to the Couples' Retreat. My regular bag is large and bulky, because I like to have everything I might possibly need. Of course, when I actually do need something, it's not in my bag after all. But that's beside the point. Beth is a purse hound, so I borrowed a cute little tiny one from her. Only problem was that my big ol' huge-purse wallet wouldn't fit into the teeny tiny purse. So I took my driver's license and my health card out of my big wallet and put them into a little pouch to go into the small purse. I've been carrying that small purse all week with no problem. Today, when I got ready to go to the store, all I thought of was to make sure I had my driver's license. Keep in mind that I'm going to the store, so I will need some method of payment. I get down to the store and realize I don't have my "shopping loonie," the dollar-coin-shaped token I use to get a buggy (or cart, depending on where you live). You put the coin into this little box on the handle, and it releases the cart for you to use, and then when you're finished shopping you bring the cart back to the little shelter area and pop out your coin with the special key - you get your coin back, the store gets its buggy back. I keep my loonie in my big wallet, but it was at home. I need too much stuff to carry it in a basket, so I have to go back home to get my loonie. There are no loonies of any kind stashed in the car.
I drive back home to get my loonie, then back to the store to do my shopping. I just got it out of my wallet and put it in my teeny little pouch in my teeny little purse. Never once did I think of paying for the groceries. You know where this is headed don't you? I go back to the store, thinking all is well. Hum through the store - tra la la - I'm a happy shopper. Spending less than I thought I would! Yay! Get to the checkout, get in line, put my groceries on the conveyor. Put my buggy down at the end where I can easily set my groceries in. Glance outside. Yuck. The lady tells me my total, and I get out my little tiny pouch containing my drivers' license and my health card. But no money. No credit cards. No debit card. Zip. I begin by saying, "Oh, no!" Then tell the lady I don't have any money. This must happen often, because she says, "Would you like me to suspend your order till you get back?" She calls a manager over, who doesn't even blink an eye as she takes my groceries hostage until I come back with the money. She won't even let me finish packing them up! So I rush back home, for the second time today, and this time I just grab the whole crazy wallet. I will carry the wallet and the purse for the rest of this day. When I got back to the store, my groceries were still held hostage in a back room (actually just the back of customer service), and I am taken to an empty register line, where my former receipt is run through the register and I see my order being tallied up again. The manager informs me that I am not the first person to shop with no money; it happens at least once a day. I was still pretty embarrassed, all the same. After I paid, I was reunited with my carefully-chosen food and was on my way.
I still had other places to shop, but I had my money! When I got home, I was so glad to be there for good that I forgot to back in so we could get the groceries out in relative dryness. And when I realized it, I just said so be it! I had tramped through the rain all morning, and I'd just tramp through it again to get the groceries in. So I sloshed and tramped, and Wes and Andrew sloshed and tramped with me, bless their hearts. But they only had to slosh and tramp once. Lucky dogs!