I really needed a long weekend away from work. I feel like my nose is flat because its been held to the grindstone.
So...it was kind of run of the mill. I had to work 4 hours on Saturday. Twin owed me $100. He won his category in the ball last week and he got paid in $50 V.isa giftc.ards. So he gave me one. I took that with me to the grocery store knowing that ReluctantRoomie had left some money on the table for me.
(I haven't blogged about RR but basically: he's 19 yrs old. He's gay from Rochester. He's out here for school and he had no where to stay when school was over. He'd just landed a job. He said he could save for a month and be out. So, I said he could stay with me. Knowing how hard it is to live in NYC, I knew he would need longer than a month. I told him the 1st month would be free. After that, his contribution would be $100. His first month was over 08/15...the day of his first meaty paycheck. Yet, nothing was left for me. We had a talk. He promised he would have something for me this week. I call him RR because I don't want him living with me.)
I get up to the cash register. My items total to $54. I take off 1 thing. $49.62. I tell the cashier I have a credit card. She says she needs to see I.D. Its not in my wallet....which is another story altogether. I say I don't have it. She starts shaking her head 'no.' I try to explain. She's not hearing it. I use my debit card. It gets declined. There's a line forming behind me. The bagboy looks pissed. She calls the manager. I feel like the entire store is looking at me.
I show her the giftcard. She goes "ooooooh." I go, "That's what I was trying to tell you."
Also...let me interject that their system is old. It takes a good 3 minutes of waiting before it authorizes or declines.
I step to the side. The manager says, "Ay mami. No money?"
I give him a nasty look. I'm pissed.
I call my bank first. My balance is $41.XX.
I call Twin. He said he used his fine. He advises me to call the number on the back of the card.
Stupid V.isa takes a maintenance fee. So, the card was no $50. It was $47.50. I wanted to cuss someone.
I had to wait for the cashier to take care of the line. I took off 2 items...$46.75.
My cheeks were burning. My neck was tingling. It was horrible.
I hail a cab with all of my bags. The fuckin cab driver saw me struggling. He didn't have the decency to help me.
He gets me to where I'm going, 5 blocks away. Charges me $7. Turns around. Starts smiling in my face.
"You cooking tonight, sweetheart?"
"Give me my change."
I struggle to get my bags out of his car.
He drives off.
My neighbor who is like 70 yrs old hears me call him an asshole.
"Ok, Nina-darling," she said in her thick Carribean accent. She chuckled...
To be continued...
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