Archive for November 8th, 2007

So about 5pm we decide to drive “all the way to the city” (30 min.) to shop Co*tco. I didn’t need anything but wanted Baby Goudas and whatever else caught my eye.

I hand her my card and just as I go to swipe my de*t card, she flips the big “C” card over. “This isn’t you.”

“Whaaaat? I mean – pardon me.” More sternly now, “This isn’t you.” She handed me the card and I looked at it – why no, it doesn’t look like me – I shaved that afternoon shadow off earlier today. Anyway, she asked if his nibs were “with” me – yes, standing right over there – I point to where I told him to stay – he had wondered afar – out of panic calling reach.

Like a stern grade 4 teacher, she said ,”Well, I’ve already put it through but use your own card next time, OK? Bring him over here to verify you’re approved to use his card.” (She refused to even look at my card – I guess having the same surname would have been too easy.)

So I push the cart over to him (with 2 bags of water cond. salt, I might add) and try to explain what is needed. “Just tell her you know me and it’s OK to use your card.”

Dear God, if ever there is a time we do not need humor it is now – he’s such a prankster that I half expected him to say he didn’t know me. She was in no mood to kid around. May I add that she was all of 20 and I know she was correct, my error, but darn it, my Man has Alzheimer’s, he’s wandering slowly toward the door and your chastising me for using his card -ah, well. Bit my tongue thank goodness.

Anyway, she released me on good behavior and it will not happen again. I put his card away.

Welcome, welcome, the key is in the cedar on the front step! No need to break in.

Oooh, all the little things you have to watch for. I like to let him do as much as possible and then I try to “check it” afterwards. More often than not, if he locks the door, he then turns the key back so it’s now unlocked. Discovered this when I had forgotten something, went back and the door wasn’t locked.

Or he leaves the key in the door – this is not bad if we happen to go out the front door – I would see it. But when we come in thru the garage, which is 99%, he always leaves the key in the door.

Our brother-in-law had taken him out and when they returned, W calmly reached for the key in the cedar pot. Yikes. Luckily he noticed and put me on guard for that.