Lessons from ceramic birds

I had my check declined at Walmart today.

I felt like a criminal.

They treated me like a criminal.

I acted like a criminal.

I had exactly 152.00 worth of groceries in my cart. Including the Greek yogurt and Ben and Jerry’s ice cream that Brady and I cant get enough of. I had steaks and soy milk and Kashi and cookies. I was friendly with the young couple behind me in line, and then I turned into a stuttering, angry piece of white trash. I demanded that they run it again. I SWORE I had money in my account, I said I had a baby at home and this was ridiculous.

I was ridiculous.

There was nothing they could do. I was advised to call my bank. Useless. It’s Sunday. In Utah.

Apparently when you report your credit card as stolen, they monitor you account closely and if too many transactions are made over a short period of time, they shut the whole thing down. locked. inaccessible. off limits. not fair.

I came home and ranted about the unfairness. I cried about how embarrassed I was and how mean they were… and I whined about the JERK who stole Brady’s wallet last week and made it so our account is locked. I told Brady all the horrible things I wanted to do to the piece who got into our car and decided he deserved to take what wasn’t his. I also told him that I would like to have a talk with the parents who taught him that the world was his oyster “finders keepers” “you can be (and have) anything you want” I wanted to punch Mr. Rogers for making a whole generation of entitled brats.

like me.

I went to the kitchen and looked up and saw this.

And not to get all preachy – but (of course) I thought of the Lillies and the Sparrows. They probably didn’t have Soy Milk and Kashi. No Ben and Jerry’s. So -- I cant have them today. Okay. I am taken care of.

And apparently the credit card thief is taken care of too. Maybe the tank of gas and the McDonalds they charged on our credit card was needed. Maybe it was desperation and not entitlement that made him (or her) take the wallet. I guess I shouldn’t hope people are desperate… but I also hope not everyone is spoiled.

like me.

cream of wheat for dinner.