The Accidental Benefactor

The Accidental Benefactor

Sometimes, I’m astonished by my own absent-mindedness. Last night, after working out, we went to Walmart because we were out of ice cream. (Yeah, I know. Don’t start.)

Always the misanthropic introvert, I opted for self-checkout. As my husband prepared to swipe his debit card, I astutely remembered that we had just gotten a robo-call alerting us to the fact that our daughter’s lunch money account was perilously low. (See my rant about this practice.)  (more…)

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