Last week, I, along with everyone else in the state, went to the grocery store before another New England snow storm. I needed some staples to get me through a snowy day or two.
After selecting too many items for the red handheld basket that I grabbed on my way into the store, I went to the self-checkout aisle, scanned all my items, and requested cash back. I bagged my items, paid and took my receipt, and made my way towards the cold Rhode Island air.
It wasn't long before I hit the sidewalk that I realized that my $40 cash back was still in the change dispensary.
I quickly turned around and entered through the exit, manually pulling both doors open. I nearly ran over an employee and a store customer to get back to where I had checked out.
I excused myself, and said in a panicked tone, "I forgot my cash back!"
Luckily, my money was still there. Phew! I would've been really upset if I paid $70 for some bananas, rice, chicken, cereal, iced tea, butter, and vegetables.
Sometimes I swear that my brain is broken.
