The smiling young lady at the cash register said pleasantly, “Good morning. Isn’t this a lovely day?”
We had gone to early church and Sunday School and at about 11 a.m. on Sunday morning we were at The China Wall for lunch.
“We will take two senior citizen buffet dinners,” I said confidently as I reached for my wallet and the magic plastic debit card.
I rarely spend cash. I extracted my wallet, flipped it open for my debit card. It was not in the left side so thinking ‘no worry mate’ I thumbed through the right side. Ditto. A centipede named Panic crawled up my spine and settled in my brain behind my ears and began to twiddle his thumbs. I could see myself dumbfounded over the huge hit my bank account would take after Dick Dastardly got through with my card.
I searched my pockets and wallet again. No card. I turned to BW and said, “I can’t find my debit card. Use yours.”
We found a table and I went through the same ritual of looking for the card. Why is it that when I can’t find something I continue to look in the same places as if I had overlooked it the first 15 times. Have you heard people say, “I suppose it will be in the last place I look?” Naturally. Do you continue to look for something after you find it? If you do then you must live on Chucklehead Drive in Stupidville.
BW yanked her cell phone out of her purse and recommended that I call the bank and cancel the card which I did using the phone number on the back of her card. As we ate we mentally backtracked to the last time I had used the card.
“Let’s see this is Sunday. We went to the book sale at the library on Saturday and bought a ton of books but BW paid for them with a check. Friday I stayed at home. We spent Wednesday and Thursday in Cincinnati visiting our daughter and son-in-law. On Thursday we went to the aquarium across the river in Newport, Kentucky, and then ate at the Brio Tuscan Grille close by. I paid the bill with the debit card. Bingo! I must have walked out without retrieving the card.” How alarming? I have never done that before.
I called the Brio Tuscan Grille. A very pleasant female voice answered and she transferred me to the manager.
“Please, sir, my family dined in your restaurant on Thursday and I paid with my debit card. Today, I tried to use it again and it was missing. We traced back through our travels the past few days and decided that I might have left it in the holder that servers use to deliver the bill. Have you seen it?” I moaned.
“Give me your name again, please,” he stated. “Let me look in the safe.”
“Yes sir,” he replied happily, “I am holding it in my hand.”
“Phantasmagorical!” I yelled.
“Cut it into three bazillion pieces. Thank you and your staff for the unparalleled honesty and integrity you have displayed. You have made my day.”
What a relief.
Larry Vandeventer. Go to my two websites – Larryvandeventer.com and wjrambler1956.com – and purchase my books. I grew up North of Calvertville and graduated from Worthington High School and Indiana State. Contact me at Goosecrick@aol.com or 317-839-7656.