You Pinspire Me
Funny story.
There’s a store in Hamilton called “Farmer Al’s.” It’s known for bulk meat & butcher’s cuts at cheap prices (but I’d check the exp date on dry goods before you check out…). It’s also a 20 minute drive from our house. I usually make the trek out to the far east mountain about once every three months for a 10lb bag of ground beef, a 10lb bag of ground pork, a few trays of Italian sausage, a pork shoulder, and whatever other random things they have on sale when I drop in (this time: bacon for $2.49 / 500g; a 5lb bag of sweet potato french fries for $4.99; Breyer’s double chocolate frozen yogurt for $1.75).
So. Yesterday was the day. I was out of all meat in the house except for a few chicken breasts and the last bag of smoked turkey from Christmas. I had no babysitting kids. We had no plans with other people. I loaded the kids up in the van, we made a quick stop at Dollarama on the very west side of the mountain, drove back to the linc, and made the trip out to Farmer Al’s.
We spent about 25 meandering around the store – if I’m going to drive that far to shop, I’ll be darned if I’m going to miss a good deal lurking in a corner. Just as I picked up the very large, very unappealing pork shoulder, my husband called me on my cell.
“I just got a call from CAA,” he said. “The folks at Dollarama have your wallet behind the counter.”
Um… what? 1. CAA? What do they have to do with Dollarama? 2. shit 3. What?
Apparently, I left my wallet on the counter at Dollarama after I paid – I’m not sure how I did that, since my wallet is only ever in my hand or in my purse. I just don’t put it down. That’s not my routine. After I left, the cashier noticed it, looked through, and found my CAA card. She called CAA, and CAA took the time to call my husband, who, in turn, called me.
I checked with the ladies at the cash at Farmer Al’s, but they wouldn’t take a verbal of my credit card number to run through the machine. I don’t blame them; I look a lot like a fraudster. After I parked my full cart at the side of the store, I loaded the kids up into the van, drove 25 minutes back to Dollarama, picked up my wallet, and drove 25 minutes back to Farmer Al’s, where I promptly paid for my meat and drove 20 minutes back home.
There are several things to be thankful for, here:
1) The lady at Dollarama taking the time to track me down.
2) The awesome customer service people at CAA tracking down my husband when they weren’t even involved a little bit in this kerfuffle.
3) I had just found a cassette tape in the van of Robert Munsch telling his classic stories, so the kids were quiet as little mice throughout all the back & forths! (YES. I said cassette tape. Because in 2002, even Honda was still installing tape decks into base-model vans. If you have any good tapes left from your childhood, feel free to send them our way! We’re currently enjoying “Sharon, Lois, & Bram,” “Raffi,” “Robert Munsch,” and “Mr Bach Comes to Call.”)
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BAHAHAHAHA. Who knew? Not me. I am happy you got it back. But still funny.