..what it means about me, these things:
1. I just ran to the store to get some milk. We were out. Or so I thought. Until I came home and put the two gallons in the fridge and saw that actually, there was a full.gallon.in.there.already.
Milk is the drink of choice in our home and there was only enough milk for one of my children to have a half-cup all day long. How could I have missed that gallon of milk?! It's not like it's a small item, a gallon of milk. And I spend probably a full third of my day pulling things in and out of that fridge.
2. So, I was at the store, getting the milk. As I set my gallons on the what-do-you-call-the-roller-thing-that-slides-your-groceries-towards-the-checker?, I remembered we'd recently gotten a new card from our bank. I thought, "Was that a new debit or credit card?" And then remembered it was a new credit card. Our debit card number was the same. So then, in an effort to be task-oriented and prepared, I thought to myself (oh, foolish me, why did I have to go and think this?!?):
"What is our pin number?"
And right then it was time for me to punch in the number and of course I had a complete lapse of memory and could not, for the life of me, remember my number. After embarrassingly punching in random numbers, twice, to have the checker indicate that I needed to enter my pin number yet again, a very-flustered-me got out my credit card. I mean, REALLY. I only use my debit card every other day. I KNOW that number. I also know that if I had absentmindedly approached the debit machine, I could have speedily punched in those numbers and been on my merry way.
Arghh. Should I mention now that the debit-card situation has happened to me before? | 