I swear, it was an accident

So.

After work, I decided to drive a little out of my way to stop at a produce stand and pick up some fresh fruit and veggies for the next week.  Because we are healthy eating people.

Upon arrival I start picking out all the yummy things we need – tomatoes!  mangos! (for slaw! minus the cashews!) peaches! cucumbers! watermelon!  Yes yes yes, bag them all for me, please.  And my total comes to $18, so I reach into my wallet and pull out my debit card.

Uhhh, our debit machine is out of order ma’am, but we’ll take a check.

A check?  What’s a check?  Who carries around a checkbook anymore?  Who under the age of 50, I mean.

I ask for the nearest ATM, and he points me across the street to a butcher’s market.  Promising I’ll be back for my produce, I hustle to the market looking for the ATM.

Which…is out of order.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

Taking pity on me, the manager said that he would ring me up using my card for whatever amount I needed and then give me cash.

How could I walk out of there empty handed (save for my cash) with that kind of customer service? Huh?  And we already have steaks in the freezer,  so what I ended up with was…

BACON

So THAT is why I came home with a big bag full of fresh, delicious produce, and a pile of thick cut bacony goodness.  WAS NOT MY FAULT!

I am a victim of circumstance.  Delicious, delicious circumstance.

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