And then I open my wallet.
And my debit card is not there.
It is in the Hello Kitty mini backpack I brought to AIDS Walk yesterday.
So I look up at him, and he hasn't started to scoop the ice cream yet, so I babble out something along the lines of "wait, wait, I'm sorry, see I did AIDS Walk yesterday and my debit card is in the little mini backpack thing I brought there and I don't have cash and and..."
"Slow down," he smiles.
"I don't have my debit card and so I don't have money, so never mind, cancel the order, no ice cream, I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it." And he scoops it anyway.
"But I don't have money!"
"It's cool. You can come in tomorrow, if you want."
I will I will I will. And I'll give him a big tip. Because he was so nice to me.
*sags in chair*
yendi? Sweetie? Do me a favor and empty out that backpack and put the wee pouch with my pillbox and debit card and collar key at my place at the dining room table?