Sunk To A Brand New Low

Oh my barf, the bad luck has continued. Why am I surprised?

Last night I decided to make the most of the evening, and get all gussied up and go to our FHE Halloween party. (I went as Miss Victoria Park…not really a costume, seeing as I have won the title, but a lot of the people didn’t know that I had won the title earlier in the year. Plus, it was a good chance to wear my crown again.)

We had a fun time and I ended up winning one of the best costume awards. Really I didn’t have the best costume…I just had loud friends. (Thanks none the less…I get a sick thrill out of winning those dumb FHE awards.)

After FHE, I dragged my poor sick roommate with me to go on our patented Post-FHE errand running. We stopped to get gas, and then made one of our funny trips to get groceries. We goofed around and bought a lot of unnecessary candy, ran into a guy from our ward, had a good time talking to the cashier. And then that is when the trouble started.

I began to pay for my stuff and waited for my debit transaction to go through, and then heard the sound we all hate to hear. Beep...Insufficient Funds in Account. What?!? So, I tried the other account to see if maybe I would have enough in there. I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t, but I was praying for a miracle. Beep…Insufficient Funds in Account.

Oh well, I guess I will just have to put it on my Visa. The cashier runs the card through and we all wait for it. And then, in quite voice she says, “Uhmm…it says your card has expired.” Oh right! I had forgotten that I had gotten a new card in the mail a couple of weeks ago.

“Well, if it is okay, I will just run to the bank machine over there and get some money. Sorry about this.” I said to the very patient cashier. I ran over to the machine. How embarrassing this night had been. Just get the money and get out of here.

And there on the screen said,

“Machine Down for Scheduled Maintenance. Sorry for the Inconvenience.”

Oh my barf. Now what am I going to do. I guess just tell them to take my groceries back and pretty much never darken the doorway of this store again because of this horrible embarrassment.

Then up walks the guy from my ward. “Here Denise, take this...don’t worry about it.” And he pushes a wad of bills at me. Oh my good heavens, if I wasn’t completely mortified before. Hesitating, I take the money from the guy, quickly give it to our cashier, and run as fast as I can out of the store. Vowing to pay cash for everything from now on.

In order to remove the large albatross of debt from around my neck, I hurry to the bank to get money to pay back this wonderful guy. And at the bank realize I was twenty cents short in that account! All of this mess for twenty cents! If only I hadn’t stopped to get gas first. Or if only I wouldn’t have waited until today, payday, to get groceries.

Everything is okay, and I am sure that this guy will never mention this saga again, but still highly embarrassing…although, I guess not too embarrassing to write on here.

Oh well, Happy Halloween. Hopefully November will go better.

Love you. Even if you don’t love me.