I popped out to get a birthday card for a friend today. Five minutes walk into town, five minutes in the shop and five minutes back – leaving me the rest of my lunchtime to finish a short story I’d downloaded onto my dongle stick. Or so I thought!
In the card shop they had some very cheap 2008 calendars. £9.99 down to a quid. I bought two. Then, at the checkout, I bought some first class stamps.
It all came to £5.37.
“You’ve spent more than £5 so you can have one of those Valentine Cards free,” the lady said nodding towards some huge boxed cards in the window.
I wasn’t going to bother (having no-one who would appreciate a 2ft Valentine card – hubby would have doubled up laughing). Then I suddenly thought of technoson, skint and with expensive girlfriend.
I went over and chose one with “To my Girlfriend” on the front, hoping he hadn’t already bought one.
I thought nothing of it, but it quite put the the elderly shop assistant about! She was all of a fluster when she gave me my change and there were some raised eyebrows to her young assistant when I left the shop.
I got back into the office, wrote the birthday card, went to put a stamp on it …. and no stamps!
I put my coat back on and trecked back into town. The shop assistant remembered me, of course. She had forgotten to put my stamps in the bag with the birthday card and calendars.
I thought I had better explain:
“That’s a really good offer,” I said nodding towards the free cards. “I got one for my son’s girlfriend.”