I truly appreciate a dedicated employee when I see one, but every now and then it’s simply…well…not worth the effort.
I did my Thanksgiving grocery shopping after church yesterday. But I was in town again today for a doctor’s appointment and realized I wasn’t quite finished. So I stopped at Kroger and picked up two lemons and one lime.
I proceeded to the checkout. The girl, ever helpful, asked, “Do you have your Kroger card?”
Now I do have a Kroger card…somewhere. I have a purse with multiple compartments and two wallets, each with several places for credit cards and such to live. I thought I knew just where that darn Kroger card was, but I was wrong. Other people were in line behind me and this was supposed to be the express lane. I didn’t want to hold things up, but the girl was patiently waiting. She said something hopeful, urging me to find that pesky piece of plastic, but to no avail.
“Look, don’t worry about it,” I said, stuffing everything back into my purse. And I paid the entire, un-discounted bill — $1.32.
Gee. Wonder how much I would have saved with that Kroger card?
