The humidity doesn't help my mental state
If I ever come to the end of my rope, if I ever suffer from a case of detached f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s, if I ever have a public breakdown, I can say with certainty it will be at the price club. I am sick and tired of being humiliated at the price club.
Yesterday we joined Costco, after a series of unfortunate events at another nearby price club that I won't get into right now, and all seemed to be well. We forgot dish washing liquid and toilet paper, so I went back today with my mom to get it.
I forgot my debit PIN. They don't take Visa as credit.
I swiped my corporate American Express, which they do take, but it was rejected, even though the card is in my name and not my former company's.
I didn't have a checkbook with me.
Mom offered to use her checkbook, but only members can write checks.
We left.
There's something particularly humiliating about walking away from a year's supply of toilet paper after a litany of financial failures in front of a crowd who know How to Use the Price Club.
P.S. Don't forget about the KFC/Komen program!!