Re: A Thread for Random Musings
Here I am after another shopping trip. Upset.
I remembered today while reading the boards, I forgot to do something I was going to do today -- get some chocolates for mother's day. My parents are at the moment picking up the gusts (their friends from London) that are the reason I'm sleeping next door tonight and until Sunday next week (they are boarding in my room*). (I may do a day by day musing sort of like a dirary entry kinda thing.)
I quickly rush off to the supermarket, quickly get the chocolates (for me to eat also) and head to the checkout. Knowing that they are reasonably costly I use my credit card -- my first mistake. Unusualy for me, I swipe the card, select the account, yadda yadda yadda, I'm sure you know the drill. I then put my card away and put my wallet in my pocket. The checkout-chick says "I'll need to see your signature on the card". I gnore her and and sign the paper. She repeats her request, and I ignore her a second time. Just about to pcik the chocolates up and go, when a third time I get the card out flash it to her for a second (litterally, I don't know if the signature was upside down or not),put it away, grab the bag and get out of there as quickly as possible. I here the words as I'm leaving "do you want a receipt, but by then I've ignored her for a third time. Upset and very frustrated.
Why simple. I'm tired of proving myself time and time again that I am the same person who owns this card and you treat me like I'm not -- a virtual or potential criminal. I feel like a bit of my dignity is being lost each time I make a simple transaction. Credit card purchases equals a sacrifice of a small part of human dignity. (The proverbial 'pound of flesh' from Merchant of Venice.) At least I don't have to go through this procedure with my friendly Comics Book Guy, who does know me.
So my parents are unawares that I've been out and go my mum her mothers day present. All that would give it away are chocolates int he 'other' fridge.
* I put up a sign "£150.00 per night" on my bedroom door.