Winco doesn't take credit cards. Saturday William and I ventured out to Winco (wouldn't it be so great if there was one closer than 7200 South?) because there were just enough things I needed to get that I prefer to get at Winco (bulk section...) so I opted to go there instead of Smith's. I hate walking around Smith's and thinking "I could be paying this much less if I were at Winco."
So we went.
William was great and I found everything on my list. We unloaded at the checkstand and swiped my card. My credit card. My debit card was MIA because William likes my wallet. I atleast knew it was in our apartment. Somewhere.
So the lady tells me to put in my pin, and I tell her it's credit. They take cash, debit, or checks. So I thought I'd see if I could remember the pin and ran to the ATM. William was still being a champ. I couldn't remember it, so we went back to find that the lady had accidently charged the guy after me in line for my groceries. Fortunately the checker noticed, because he hadn't and was almost done bagging.
Luckily he was a nice guy, and was very patient as we trecked over to Customer Service to work it out.
So they put my cart in the cooler while I took William home to help me find my debit card. Danny, my hero, went back out there for me. He said they had a stack of receipts when they went to find ours, so I think it happens a lot. Too bad that doesn't make me feel any less stupid.
Note to self: Don't go to Winco without that debit card...
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