Saturday, October 17, 2009

Define: Courage

I have been trying to begin this story for about five minutes, and I just can't think of a good way to do it. So I'm going to just jump right in.

Yesterday I went to the grocery store with my cousin. We went through the self-scan line, I paid with a $20 bill, and we left. On the way back home, we stopped at the bank, and I pulled out the money that was left. There were three $1 bills. Which I thought was really weird, because the last time I had looked at the total, it was $11 something, and only one or two things had been scanned after that. I added up the items, and sure enough, it was off. Then the last item caught my eye. A six-pack of Sprite. Which was not purchased. Alexis had scanned one bottle of Sprite, and we'd been charged for five more.

This is why I am telling you this story: I would never, ever, ever, in a million years think of going back and getting it fixed. I am terrified of confrontation/disputes/people I don't know/etc. And if I was forced into it, I would never, never, never ever go alone.
But yesterday, I did both of those things.

It may seem silly, but I was so proud of myself. I didn't even freak out and start hyperventilating or anything. I guess I just decided that paying $4.85 for one bottle of Sprite was not okay, and I took care of it. It was glorious.

On a different note, I had a dream last night that Target had called to tell me I was working from 7 to 10. About an hour into working, I remembered that they didn't hire me. Unfortunately, I woke up before I had the chance to go ask them what was going on.


sara luke said...

It's called "getting older." I wasn't always as bold as I am now. I actually used to be rather timid when it came to those kinds of things . . . look at what 10 years will do to you . . .