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August 24, 2003-8:41 p.m. This evening I went to Wal-Mart to do my shopping. When I had finished I checked out in this guy�s line. He had graying hair and looked to be 35-45 years old. Once he had checked all of my items out, I told him that I would be paying with a credit card. *I had bronchitis earlier in the week and dropped $75 on that and then I took Diego to the vet yesterday and that was another $114 so I�m not that flush here on the week before payday. I don�t know why I feel like I need to explain myself to y�all but there it is.* So I swipe my card through the card machine and the cashier guy says to me, �Ma�am you have to have the magnetic strip facing this way or it won�t work.� Sa: �It says here �Tell cashier to press credit�� Meanwhile, I�m thinking to myself, �You patronizing SOB. No wonder you have to work at Wal-Mart.� Do you think I�m too sensitive or that I overreacted? Maybe I�m just a bitch? **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
