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So comes another workaday week...
Saturday:
I head to my parents' house to get my car back from the shop. It was nearly $180 just to replace the switch for the dashboard blower.
Afterwards, I go to Shaw's to do a major grocery shop, since I hadn't done one in a good long while. I'm up at the register, unloading my cart, and I hand my keys to the cashier to scan my card. I turn back to continue unloading the cart, and she puts the keys on the little platform where the credit/debit card reader sits. I get through the checkout, and put my hand in my pocket where my keys usually are. Let me restate that -- where my keys usually are.
Where were they? Not in my pocket. I go back to the register to look for and ask about them. The cashier didn't have them. Meanwhile, I'm doing the self-frisking to check every possible pocket I may have slipped them. Nothing. Were they in one of the shopping bags? Nope. Gave 'em the once-over at least four times.
Front line manager comes over to help. Still nothing. She gets the store manager. By this time I'm absolutely in a state of panic and anger. After a discussion where I give my name and number in the hopes that they turn up, he manages to review the security tapes. Sure enough, the guy in line ahead of me pockets my keys.
Manager comes back to verify this to me. I ask him if there is a way to contact him so I can get my keys back. He says that there's no way he can track it by store card number, due to privacy laws. My quote was, "You mean in this day and age of Big Brother, you can't find out that information for me?" In the meantime, I've already called Colleen to bring me my spare car key. The manager goes back to the search, stating that Loss Prevention may be able to do something about it.
And so I waited.
Colleen arrived, and I packed the goodies in the car. We go back in so she can ask the manager if we should call the police on this. We were then informed that they were able to contact the elderly gentleman about the keys, and that he was on his way to collect them.
So we go home, and my keys are delivered to me.
What have I learned? Don't turn my back on the keys.
What a disappointment the football games were. Patriots lose. Redskins lose. And on Sunday, the Bears lose. So now we may still watch the Super Bowl, but only care about the commercials.
Sunday:
Snow day. We do a little cleaning around the apartment, and then settle in to watch Star Wars Episode III in the late afternoon.
Marcus is doing well. The living room is transformed into a nice family room, where the floor is effectively his play area. He's just on the edge of crawling.
End of Report
Saturday:
I head to my parents' house to get my car back from the shop. It was nearly $180 just to replace the switch for the dashboard blower.
Afterwards, I go to Shaw's to do a major grocery shop, since I hadn't done one in a good long while. I'm up at the register, unloading my cart, and I hand my keys to the cashier to scan my card. I turn back to continue unloading the cart, and she puts the keys on the little platform where the credit/debit card reader sits. I get through the checkout, and put my hand in my pocket where my keys usually are. Let me restate that -- where my keys usually are.
Where were they? Not in my pocket. I go back to the register to look for and ask about them. The cashier didn't have them. Meanwhile, I'm doing the self-frisking to check every possible pocket I may have slipped them. Nothing. Were they in one of the shopping bags? Nope. Gave 'em the once-over at least four times.
Front line manager comes over to help. Still nothing. She gets the store manager. By this time I'm absolutely in a state of panic and anger. After a discussion where I give my name and number in the hopes that they turn up, he manages to review the security tapes. Sure enough, the guy in line ahead of me pockets my keys.
Manager comes back to verify this to me. I ask him if there is a way to contact him so I can get my keys back. He says that there's no way he can track it by store card number, due to privacy laws. My quote was, "You mean in this day and age of Big Brother, you can't find out that information for me?" In the meantime, I've already called Colleen to bring me my spare car key. The manager goes back to the search, stating that Loss Prevention may be able to do something about it.
And so I waited.
Colleen arrived, and I packed the goodies in the car. We go back in so she can ask the manager if we should call the police on this. We were then informed that they were able to contact the elderly gentleman about the keys, and that he was on his way to collect them.
So we go home, and my keys are delivered to me.
What have I learned? Don't turn my back on the keys.
What a disappointment the football games were. Patriots lose. Redskins lose. And on Sunday, the Bears lose. So now we may still watch the Super Bowl, but only care about the commercials.
Sunday:
Snow day. We do a little cleaning around the apartment, and then settle in to watch Star Wars Episode III in the late afternoon.
Marcus is doing well. The living room is transformed into a nice family room, where the floor is effectively his play area. He's just on the edge of crawling.
End of Report
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