A lady gives the grocier cashier her store scaning card so she gets charged the discount prices.
The cashier starts scrapping on some goo on the counter with it, while the lady is writing out a check. (The idiot’s in the express cash only lane.) The lady then puts the card in her wallet none the wiser.
I’d love to see her face when she sees the messy goo in her wallet.
I’m only your wildest fear, from the corners of your darkest thoughts.