So last night I went out to pick up a few things. On my route up and down the aisles of the store, I spotted something I thought my fella would like, so I threw that into my cart, too, thinking it’d make a nice little “stocking stuffer”.
I got to the checkout, slapped all of my goodies onto the counter, put the empty basket away, and began the process of extracting my wallet and debit card, fumbling around with the swipey machine, making polite chit-chat with the cashier (mostly about the gift for my SO–she loved it, too), etc. Soon I was on my way, with a bag full of goodies.
I headed over to my mom’s house (having been promised a smothered chicken dinner), and took the gift for my SO inside to show her.
She decided that SHE would like to give it to him (she’d been looking for a little something extra for him, and decided that this would be perfect), and so offered to give me the money for it so that it could be a gift from HER. She asked me how much she owed me, and I pulled the receipt out to check . . .
Hmm, that’s funny, I thought. If I subtract what I paid for the SO gift from the total amount, that means I got bath gel, conditioner, nail polish, a couple of boxes of “feminine hygiene” products, and two tubes of lip gloss . . .
. . . all for about eight bucks.
And we’re not talking generic stuff, either.
I studied the receipt more carefully.
Turns out I got the conditioner, the nail polish, the bath gel, and the lip gloss for FREE.
Wow.
Just so you know, I’ve already called the store to let them know I’ll be back today to pay for the stuff today. . .
The truly sad part is that no way am I telling my grandmother (who is in town, and was at my mother’s house when I realized I’d made off with a butt-load of free booty–she was quite pleased with my haul) that I 'fessed up, because she’ll yell at me for it.