Greg went grocery shopping yesterday because he had the day off, and when I arrived home I found the receipt sitting on the counter with an arrow drawn next to one of the items.
“Greg, why did you draw this arrow here?” I asked.
“They charged me for diced tomatoes, and I didn’t buy any diced tomatoes,” Greg said indignantly.
Our grocery store is really good about reimbursing us when they make an error. I guess Greg planned to take the receipt with him to the grocery store on some future trip and demand that they give him 72 cents.
Let me pause here to say that Greg doesn’t bat an eye at dropping thousands of dollars on technology. Or vacations. He will leave five-dollar bills lying around the house because he doesn’t want to carry “change.” But Greg will be damned if some grocery store is going to charge him 72 CENTS! 72 WHOLE CENTS! for tomatoes he did not buy.
As I drove my route for Meals on Wheels today, I heard a clunk coming from the back of the car. I stopped and popped the trunk. And I think you know what a found.
I’m just glad we hadn’t already asked for our 72 cents back.