Let's go to Tesco

Having eaten everything edible in the house, and with news of another snow storm looming we decided to go to Tesco tonight to stock up on supplies. It was the usual trip to the shop, taking every side road to avoid rush hour traffic coming out of the only two roads in Gosport!

We leisurely strolled around the store until our trolley was just about overflowing with food and then made our way to the check-out. While Dan and the girls unloaded I chatted to the cashier and filled the bags. Finally the last item went “Beep” and the cashier asked for my club card. I opened my purse and immediately noticed my card was missing. Oh no I gasped. It not only turned out I had forgotten my club card, but it would also appear I had neglected to return my debit card back to my purse after using it last night.

I smiled it off as I realised I had my Credit card with me and quickly handed it over to the cashier. It was then she asked for my pin...”Errrr – Shit...I can’t remember!” My face began to turn a bright shade of red, as I noticed the queue behind me building. “I think it’s...” as I pressed some random numbers into the machine. “Can I not just sign for it?” I asked with a slight plead in my voice. “No sorry ma’am we require your pin”. So I stood for another minute desperately looking towards Dan for any ideas, but it was no good I couldn’t even begin to think what it was, and especially not under pressure. Another employee came over and wheeled off our goods and handed us a ticket to come and collect it all when we had a form of payment.

We headed off a highly embarrassed and very angry at myself for not checking before we left. We hopped back into the car and began the half hour journey back home. On the way we came across a fuel station with a cash machine as I had been thinking about the number and thought I had remembered it. I placed the card into the ATM and proceeded to enter the sequence of numbers. This was rejected, so I tried again with a slightly different arrangement. At this moment a grinding noise started up and I thought “Yes – It’s going to work” as a receipt pops out. I stand waiting for the card for a minute, then grab the receipt and look at it to which it read “Your card has been retained, please contact your card supplier”.

Completely outraged I stormed back to the car, landing heavily on the seat and said “Lets go” I turned to the ATM yelling “Keep it! - There’s no fucking money in there anyway!” We eventually got home, grabbed my debit card and drove back to Tesco (another half hour), picked up our shopping and arrived home, two hours later than anticipated.
Oh what fun!!