Anyway, we're all done and I swipe my amex. Of course I use credit cards-- I want my points, man! Seriously, between putting everything on cards and Jeff's reimbursement for work, the points pay for Christmas at the end of the year. But I digress. I got this:
Card Error. Then,
Um. Ooooookay. Fine. I try the Visa.
Now I'm thinking 3 things:
1. There is a serious problem with this checkout line, or
2. Is there a freeze on my accounts from some crazy identity theft?
3. I've seen that smug look on that lady's face before. She's thinking: "Lady, you think you're gonna come up and spend a ton here, but you've got some serious money problems. You're in debt up to your eyeballs, ain'tcha?"
Then I try my debit card. Same thing! Aaahhh. This is getting embarrassing! I am starting to want to scream: "It's your problem not mine! My cards are fine! I am not an out-of-control spender!" to her AND the line up forming behind me. (I didn't even want to turn and see how many people there were at this point.)
I'm 4 cards down, now. I don't even carry checks. I think they're annoying. I pretty much only use them for tithing nowadays. And cash?? Ha ha. That's funny. Maybe I've got a dollar and some pennies in there. She flags the manager down and explains my inability to pay, and the manager says: "Oh that ALWAYS happens at this register. It's totally messed up. You have to do it like this."
Vindication! Thank you! Take THAT crotchety old lady. Guess that's karma for formerly working in retail, and when cards would decline I was thinking that same thing. Well, SHAME on me.