Today, (Tuesday), has been enlightening. It started at the commissary this morning. I went without a menu and full list. In order to shop within a budget, a weekly menu is planned and it repeats itself for the month. Once the menu is done, a list is composed based upon it. I carry both the menu and list with me. However, I’ve not been doing so well with my “big money saving idea” so there was no menu planned this time because I wanted to try a new idea that I’d read on a blog a while back. The suggestion was to purchase items on sale and build a menu from that.
Well, that didn’t work for me either! I know that the plan is not faulty, I am. My mind just felt overloaded with looking for sale items and then thinking of how to use them. I ended up just grabbing stuff and going to the checkout. My total came up to $123.00 and all I had on me was $105.00, no debit or credit cards either! Usually, if I go over, I just whip out a card to pay the difference. I told the cashier, (who is a friend), that I had to put some items away. She offered to pay the difference but I told her no and it turned out that she didn’t have her card anyway. So she told the baggers to wait so that I could choose which items to put back. As I pointed to the case of ginger ale and began to sift through the bags to select some other things, the female bagger asked how much I needed. I assumed she meant how much I needed to put back so I told her about $20.
By bringing my total down to $103, there would be something leftover for a tip, (braggers at the commissaries work for tips only). So anyway, “Ms. Bagger,” pulls out a twenty-dollar bill and hands it to the cashier! “Oh no, no! That’s okay, I’ll just put some items back!” She insisted while telling me that it wouldn’t make or break her. My cashier friend told me to just leave it alone because, “You can’t tell Ms. ***** no!” As she walked me to my car to load the groceries, she compassionately comforted me by telling me that I’d better not be feeling bad or embarrassed, “It happens,” she reassured me.
Once Ms. ***** was done with loading, she again comforted me and told me that I can pay her back by having a good week! A GOOD WEEK! LADY, ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU JUST GAVE ME $20 AND YOU DON'T WANT ME TO PHYSICALLY PAY IT BACK??? With my head down and tail tucked between my hind-legs, I retreated home.
Then, later in the evening when I had to go out again…