Whenever I’m asked to recall my most embarrassing moment, I have a difficult time thinking of what to say. Not because I lack in embarrassing moments – I have them all the time. In fact, they all seem to blur together, and I cannot recall which was the most embarrassing. I had a classic moment yesterday that left me red-faced and wishing the floor would swallow me whole. It wasn’t a moment of complete mortification, but it is blog worthy. It all started (as many embarrassing moments do) when, on a Monday morning, I was surprised by a visit from my Auntie Flo . . .
I took an early lunch to run to the store. I only had one item to purchase (tampons), and thought I’d be right in and out. I was surprised though to see that what I had intended to buy was marked down to $1.18 from the typical price of over $8.00 a box. Being a person who cannot pass up a bargain, I decided to pick up several boxes so I could stock-up incase of another such emergency. I grabbed as many boxes as I could carry, and went to the check-out line. There were only 2 cashiers working, and both lines were quite long. I waited patiently in the shorter line, and when it was my turn I laid the boxes down. The cashier rung up box after box of what was supposed to be hugely discounted feminine hygiene products, only to have them ring up at $4.97 each – still a savings, but not nearly as cheap as I’d anticipated.
“Something must be wrong,” I said to the cashier. “They boxes were marked at only $1.18.”
She looked at me, and I could tell she was thinking “Yah right lady. Can you see the line forming behind you?” Instead, she called for a price check.
At this moment, I wanted to just pay for my purchase and get the heck out of there. I didn’t care if I paid $30 something for a year’s supply. The long line behind me was starting to look like an angry mob, frustrated at me for making them wait longer. I smiled politely at them, and tried to look somewhere else, but I could feel their eyes burning me. The poor cashier had no response to her price check, so she left the line to go find out for herself.
Standing there waiting for her, I was tempted to just leave my purchase there and to run out of the store. I could still make it to Wally World and not be late back from lunch. The cashier in the line next to ours kept glancing up at the long line, wondering what-in-the-heck the problem was, and then looking back at me, surely wondering what I wanted.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour (in reality it was at least 2 or 3 minutes) the cashier came back to the line. She told me that there had been a mistake on the price labeled on the shelf (probably by some 16 year old boy) but she would honor the price anyway. She manually changed the price on the register, and then had to wait for a manager to come and override it.
I finally made it out of there with my bag-full-o-goodies.
Why can’t this happen to me when I’m buying peas?