Dumb and dumber

I encountered a problem last night/this morning while picking up supplies for the dinner Renee and I are making for our men: No money. Not to say I literally had no way to pay for my groceries, I just didn't have my beloved debit card handy (I later realized it was sitting at home in the pants I had worn earlier in the day). With my preferred mode of payment no longer an option, I was left with a few other choices: cash, credit, check. The $4 in my wallet was not enough to cover the nearly $20 worth of food I'd loaded into my cart, so obviously that wasn't going to fly. I was wary of using my credit card just then because I still hadn't informed the bank of my recent address change, which would mean days of waiting for a bill to arrive that could possibly never even show up. Granted, I could have just called the bank the next day to let them know of my move, but at this point I figured writing a check would be no problem. As I pulled out my checkbook and hurriedly began to fill in the blanks, I told myself not to sweat it, that I had plenty of time to do this without causing too much of a delay.

Except for when the address on my driver's license and on my checks didn't match up. Things really got complicated after the other register closed, leaving the line I was currently holding up as the only available way for the half-dozen shoppers to purchase their goods. Even worse was when the checker loudly informed me of the discrepancy between my information and left to go get the transaction approved by a manager, adding a solid minute to the total wait time of the people behind me.

Suck. I realize it was almost 1 a.m. at a store nowhere near my current home, but I still felt like a moron. At least I can laugh about it now.