Back in the days before internet on our phones, when I was just a small-town country bumpkin, I was planning a wedding. Not like I’ve planned weddings lately, but my own. Sans Pinterest (thank goodness; I say that in all sincerity).
I was cruising along picking up some last minute items, and I happened upon a Costco (this was before they were as well-known as they are now). I knew it was a Sam’s-like establishment, but that was about all I knew. In I went. I loaded up my basket with all sorts of items for the wedding.
As I rolled through the checkout, they asked me for my card. Um, do what? No one asked for a card when I walked in. No one asked for anything. So, there I am in the checkout line with a basket full of wedding stuff and no Costco card. My options were pay for a membership or leave empty handed. I decided to just pay for the membership. Denied! Cash or check only. This was also back in the day before Dave Ramsey was big, so I was a member of the plastic brigade. Not to mention, I was a 21 year old college graduate with no job, so carrying that much cash was not even on my radar.
Out the door I went, empty handed. Ne’er to return.
Well, I did return, last week. I was much more prepared.