The King is not great with the concept of sharing. That's not a criticism, that is a fact. This is why we have always kept our money separate from one another. It explains why I have always been below poverty level and he is, well, the King.
Anyway, in a burst of generosity, the King presented me with two $100 gift cards for my recent trip with our children to visit my parents. He felt it would be more convenient than cash because I could "pay at the pump" instead of lugging all three of our poorly-behaved children into the mini-mart. Good plan.
Well, my trip cost roughly $78. The remainder of the two cards were mine to do with as I pleased. I went a little crazy at Target...I don't want to get into too much detail but I did get the BIG box of fabric softener sheets. God help me, but I splurged. Wahoo!!
Me and the three Princesses got to the top of the check-out line. I handed the woman the two gift cards and said, "please put $20 on this one and the rest on this one". She did several different things with her register, she swiped the cards in various orders and ways, then she picked up the phone. Here is what I heard (along with my children and the 6 people in line behind me):
"Yes, there is a woman here and I am having trouble with her food stamp cards."
FOOD STAMP CARDS! Now, I have had better hair days, and as my nine-year-old pointed out, I did have a hole in the seam of my shirt, but FOOD STAMPS? I was immediately the same shade of red as her Target bullseye shirt.
The speechlessness lasted roughly 3 milliseconds until the words, "They're GIFT cards!" came spilling out in a very loud manner. She raised an eyebrow, and then just swiped the $100 (which was more than the amount) and handed them both back to me and said, " The whole amount went on this card, call your card company if you have a problem".
As I pushed my cart out to my luxury vehicle and drove to my 4,000 sq. ft house, I tried to put it in perspective. There are lots of terrific women out there who feed their children with food stamps. I'm lucky to not be one of them (at the moment).