Patience ......

...... Part 2.

So for those of you who saw the last post ...... stop worrying.  I wrote Part 1 from the rough draft I had done last night, most of which was written without the ability to see the screen, due to whatever Blogger and iPads have against each other.
So it was FULL of typos and weird words, but I knew that I wasn't going to publish it by that point.  I just wrote until I got tired of not being able to see, knowing that I'd save it, edit it later and publish it afterwards.
But again, Blogger continued to hate my iPad and so the wrong post was published ...... and boy, did some of you make some snide comments on FB!
And yes, I know that they were made in jest!
:)

No, I did not have anything to drink when that posted.  I was on a road trip.  Thinking of you and trying to get the dang thing posted.
You're welcome.

Now on to Part 2:


So ...... I flew back to Houston on Wednesday, rushed to my hair appointment, and then went to the grocery store for some much needed supplies.  I need to preface this by saying that, when I'm in Houston, I go to that store at least 4-5 times a week because meal planning is no longer a forte of mine.
It's a somewhat small community.  My face is known.
Back to Wednesday evening.

I went to check out with my full cart and once the total came up, reached into my purse to grab my wallet.
My wallet was back home, in my bedroom where I had dumped everything out of my bag before I left for my hair appointment because I didn't want to take all of the stuff I had for the plane trip.

But I wasn't going to panic ...... I still had my check book in my bag.  This statement also needs a preface.  I haven't written a check at the grocery store, or really ...... except for a very few ...... anywhere else for the last decade or so.
But I know that checks are still an acceptable means of payment, at most places, so I wrote a check. The newish checker put my check into her little machine that stamps the store's info on it and then she asked to see my driver's license, which I did not have.
I told her that and pointed out that I had written my DL number on the memo line.  She stared at it for a while and then asked again to see my license.
Ummmmm ...... yeah.

I should've mentioned that I was in the fast lane since I had 19 items, which meets the requirement of being less than 20.  Unfortunately, the man who was breathing down my neck as the next person in line, didn't seem to care that I was under the limit.  Let's just say that he was less than thrilled that I had forgotten my wallet.  I told him that I was sorry, which gave me the sense of deja vu since I found myself repeating that phrase several times throughout the previous couple of days.
And, just as every previous time, I received no response.  At all.  But by the time I apologized to him, I didn't give a flip.

Finally understanding that I had no driver's license, or even a Sam's card...... nor a photo id of ANY kind, the checker sighed and picked up the phone.
Yep, she made the dreaded call for the manager.
I bet that call is one of the things that occurs when a person reaches the gates of hell.

The manager finally made his way over to what used to be the express checkout, and proceeded to ask for my DL, or any other photo ID, even though the checker had just told him, loudly enough for all of the checkout lines to hear, that I didn't have one.
Not that I had forgotten it, but that I evidently didn't possess one. I'm surprised he didn't call Homeland Security .... that's how disappointed he appeared to be with me.

He then informed me that they could not accept my check.
When I asked why, he said that their computer told them not to.  When I pushed further and asked why their computer said that, he had no clear answer.  Except for this gem:  "Have you written a lot of checks today?"
I had already told him that I just flew in from NY, AND that I rarely write checks, but shop in their store almost daily.  But rather than say, "Duhhhhh,  we've been over this already!",  I just said no.
He handed me my check and suggested I return later, with a proper id.  After I asked if he was seripus (yes, I really did) I told him that I doubted that would happen.
And I left my 19 already bagged items and went home.

Luckily I have a friend who lives down the street and she had a nice bottle of wine.

The end of Part 2.

Part 3 will be posted ..... later.
Maybe.