After filling a cart beyond capacity, I discover that my checkbook "is not in my possession".
No sweat, I tell myself, I'll use the TYME machine.
Which is temporarily out of order.
I unload the cart and allow the cashier to scan its contents. I fish a dollar bill out of my wallet and explain to her, "Looks like we have a problem. I forgot my checkbook, and the TYME machine doesn't work. Could you give me chance for a dollar so I could call my wife?"
'You are so amazing," JoAnna says, not complimentarily, handing off the checkbook fifteen minutes later.
My defensiveness evaporates by the time I return home.
"Your dad is a space cadet," I announce to Andy.
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