
It finally happened ... someone stole our identity - at least that piece of plastic identity that enables you to buy, and buy, and buy. So now, here we are plastic-less. My gosh - we actually had to go inside a bank to get money!
I forgot what it is like to write a check at the cash register - all that fumbling around for an ink pen (do you have a pen I can use?) ,writing out the check (can you tell me the date please?) trying to get a check approved (I can't get this to scan...let me just put this huge flashing light on, and call the manager over the intercom system) while all the customers behind me are ready to surge forward and take my place in line .
The biggest surprise of the day came when I realized the gas tank in my car was on empty and I had to go buy gas. Oh well, I will just pull into this Kroger gas station and use my handy-dandy checkbook and fill up. Nope - "sorry, we don't take checks". Huh, you can't pay for gas with a check any more?? ... When did this happen? I had to call it a day after that, it was just too burdensome to live a plastic-less existence. I've got just one thing to say to these identity thieves - Your a mean one, Mr. Grinch!




