On Saturday, I had a lot of running around to do. I had 2 sessions that day with some time to kill in between. I was stupid and didn’t eat breakfast that morning. By the end of the first session, I was starving and had a raging headache.
I stopped at WaWa to get money and a bite to eat. Since I have the new car and I am trying to keep it clean, I gathered some water bottles and napkins that need to be pitched. Also in my hand was my debit card. As I was walking into WaWa, I tossed the trash…and the debit card.
I didn’t know what to do!
I looked in the trash can hoping it was on top. But I didn’t see it. I jumped in the car and called the hubster. Let’s just say he wasn’t too happy with me. You see, I have a habit of losing debit cards. My solution was to call and cancel the card and head to the bank for cash.
That’s not what he had in mind. He wanted me to pick through the trash and find it.
I walked into WaWa feeling like an idiot. I explained to the manager what had happened. He looked at me and said “Alright, let’s go.” He grabbed some gloves from the deli and walked outside with me.
To save me from further embarassment, he took the bag out of the can and brought it around back. At least I didn’t have to dig through the trash while people were walking into the store!
I am happy to report that we did, in fact, find the card…at the bottom of the bag…covered in cigerette ashes and coffee.