As I am not in a massively secure financial situation at the moment almost every week I am standing at the till holding my breath hoping that my shopping does not go over a certain amount. Quite often I do go over that amount. I insert my card and again, I hold my breath hoping there is enough money to cover my shopping. I look at the lady at the checkout and wait for them words – I am sorry your card has been declined- at this moment I am wishing that the ground would literally open up and swallow me whole and that the semi good looking bloke behind, didn’t hear. Alas my card being declined is one thing but me not having any other form of payment is another. So I have to do the shop of shame. Yes, you have guessed it; I have to put stuff back. Quickly finding something that I felt was expensive, so the total goes back down to what I had set away for shopping. That’s not enough! Some more stuff needs to go. Removing random products now, not caring if it was something I really needed as I am feeling more and more mortified as the seconds tick by. I can’t even look up now I am bound to be red as anything. I am glad my hair is hiding my face right now. God I must look like a right twat. I can not be the only poor soul that has happened to? I have done worst things. I went shopping filled up the trolley with absolute luxury items before remembering I didn’t have nearly enough money. So what did I do? I left the trolley in the isle and ran away…. Yes it was me!
This has happened a few times, as sometimes I can be lax in my money management skills. However, today shopping trip did have a positive outcome. I had enough in my bank to cover it all!
Yet, last night, I played this same Russian roulette game with my kids and mine’s dinner. This is how it works. I have some money in my bank but I am not sure exactly how much. My bank (that shall remain nameless) often allows payments to go out on a Sunday due to my payment being there on a Monday morning. So I am tired and not feeling particularly great so I do the bad mummy thing and order dinner.
1, I place the order and then wait holding my breath for the payment to be approved. -Which it is... yay …
2, Will it turn up? – Well you know some of these take away places – some are well dodgy!
3, what will turn up? - Let’s face it; we don’t always get what we ring and order, right?
4, Will the food that we eat cause us all to have our heads down the sink/bowl/bog in 4 hours time? Gamble gamble gamble!
This is my Russian roulette at dinner.
Turns out this place sent out everything I ordered and no vomit basins needed yet! Phew
We safely made it through that one.
Anyway that’s my non sense babble for today!
I have been there. I had to learn not to take my kids with me, because I will inevitably break down in tears once I am safely in the car. But even worse than that...the semi-good-looking bloke behind me in line decides he's going to pay the difference. That makes me start bawling right away. And then I'm totally embarrassed because there I am, such a loser, can't even pay for groceries, and I've gone off the deep end, crying like a bay in front of some guy, who two seconds ago, was checking out my ass!
ReplyDelete(But those days are long gone, and I plan to keep it that way.)
Hello Mel,
ReplyDeleteI mentioned your last blog post over at my place.
ahaaa that would explain the sudden increase in traffic - started to get slightly paranoid then.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dicky ;) Hope your ok.
Nessa I am glad my kids were not with me when it has happened. No one has ever offered to help so much as tut and sigh loudly. Thats England for you.
rude bastards lol
Yeah that moment has happened to me in the past. Once a kind soul offered to make up the difference for me. I looked like an alien with crazy coloured hair and tattoos and piercings and weirdo clothing but she said 'oh dont worry love it's only five dollars'...I remembered getting all teary at the time.
ReplyDeleteI used to go around to her place for years afterwards for cups of tea. She was a good old stick.