This morning I was all set to write part 2 of "My Fascinating Health Story", but now it's going to have to wait until tomorrow because I have something to bitch about.
Back story:
I don't think I've said much about the fact that I crochet. I like to make blankets because they are simple to make. I don't read a pattern but I know how to make a square or a rectangle. I stopped doing any sort of work that involved yarn after I got Lorenzo and Ashleigh because they would just tear the yarn to shreds or drag it through their wet cat food. They also liked to sneak up beside me and swat at my hand as it moves the crochet hook.
Now that Lorenzo and Ashleigh are older they don't really fuss with the yarn. Lorenzo is too busy making sure his oldest son, Elijah, doesn't come out of the bathroom and Ashleigh is usually too busy gestating to worry about anything else. Matilda won't come out from sitting on the shelf directly in front of the
tv long enough to deal with any yarn.
Nort loves to play with yarn and she has mastered the art of dragging the yarn through the kitchen and through their food and water. And just so you don't think I'm party to this....she gets the yarn out of the project bag. I don't leave it out. I guess I'm going to need to get a project bag that actually seals closed.
Anyway...apparently the only thing more fun than ruining my yarn when I'm not looking is to swipe my crochet hooks. I have had crochet hooks for years. Years and years. And years. There is never really any need to replace them. I like the size I have. They don't break and I don't lose them. And now in the last month I've gone through 3 of them. While I have not seen
Nort running around with my crochet hooks in her mouth I have to assume that she is the one who is taking them. I have looked under my furniture and in the couch cushions and they are no where to be seen. Vanished in to thin air.
So...a couple of days ago I went to Michael's to get a new crochet hook. While I was there I looked at the yarn. I found some beautiful yarn that was more expensive than what I usually get but I decided that I could wait to get it when my current project is finished. When I paid for my lone crochet hook the cashier gave me my receipt and also a coupon for 50% off of my next purchase. Cool beans! This would help to make me feel less guilty for buying
hoity toity yarn.
A couple of days later I went back to
Michaels and picked out my yarn. I only got one skein and as I was standing in line I added a pack of gum to my basket. I paid for my yarn and gum but I was very preoccupied with
another event that is currently going on that will be blogged about later, so I didn't pay any attention to my receipt.
Here's where the bitch part of the story comes in:
It wasn't until today that I took out my receipt and looked at it. Imagine my chagrin when I discovered that the
cashier took the 50% off of the price of my pack of gum! Did she really think that I saved that coupon and brought it back to the store and stood in line so that I could save .30 on a pack of gum? I realize that it is standard operation procedure to give the discount of the least expensive item purchased but could she maybe have told me that I was completely screwing myself out of the coupon by grabbing a last minute pack of gum??
I think I'm going to write a strongly worded letter to
Michaels...or at the very least I'm going to pout about it for a couple of days.
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