Merchants have added a new obstacle to my shopping forays. Now it seems that every business has some kind of special card to use to get good deals. In most stores I really donít shop enough to make these little clubs worthwhile. Yes, I do feel left out when I go up to the register to check out and I donít have a special card or a secret number that will give me a discount if I buy 400 boxes of Raisin Bran, but I guess Iíll just have to live with that. Iíve quit shopping at a store that I used to frequent pretty often because I donít understand their Sunday ads with little symbols beside certain products. Iím not sure what they mean; they look like something I saw on a Mayan calendar. I guess they donít think I shop enough there to explain their secret codes. They just arenít friendly to the shopping challenged like me.
I was checking out at another big box type store recently and when I went to swipe (a strange new meaning of an old word) my credit card, a number of questions popped up on the screen. I swiped the card without answering the questions and it didnít work. The young lady checking me out told me that I had to answer the questions before it would accept my card. I asked her if this was part of a C.I.A. program and she just looked at me. I put my trusty card away and handed her a twenty dollar bill and asked if I had to answer questions with that. She could see that this wasnít going well, said, ďNo,Ē took my twenty, and gave me my purchase. I donít think Iíll go in there again either even though it was one of my favorite stores. By the way, I wasnít grouchy at either of these stores. No; I kept my new decade resolution to be friendly at all times. Well, at least, most times.
All of this reminds me of the secret code rings I used to get from the Ď30s and Ď40s radio programs like ďJack Armstrong, The All American Boy,Ē or my favorite, ďTerry and the Pirates.Ē
Donít even mention coupons to me; thatís generally a lost cause although I recently checked out with a bunch of coupons and saved $19 on my biannual vitamin shopping trip. I kept the coupons firmly clutched in my hand at all times during the frustrating trip through the health food aisles. I mean how many versions of Vitamin D can there be? Fortunately my doctor had written down what he thought I needed. Wouldnít it be easier to move to a sunnier climate? I shouldnít complain about my successes, should I?
Iíve been feeling a little more positive these days. I think once we got past the Winter Solstice, I could see Spring way in the future, but itís there, and thereís hope we will get there after all. Think Spring! Alnada2704@gmail.com or care of Winona Post, P.O. Box 27, Winona,Minn. 55987