I promised I would blog this, so I’ll try to keep my word…
My bff Kasie is in town and we got together today for lunch/girl time/pedicures. We had a wonderful time getting our toes done and talking about her upcoming wedding. We finished, dried our polish, and then Kasie paid. I got up to pay as well and handed the girl my credit card.
“Cash or check only. No card.”
I knew there was no cash in my wallet. I finally got the East Asian money out of there like last week. I asked Kasie to borrow some money. She said sure…and counted out exactly three dollars short of what I needed.
Another lady said, “Oh, there’s an ATM machine next door.”
That’s good, I thought. I dug through my wallet. Jeff has my ATM card.
I realized at that moment I did not have:
- a cell phone
- ATM card
I did, however, have three credit cards.
So I did what any girl would do. I used my bff’s cell phone and called my dad.
“Everybody is sleeping.” (yes, this is really what he said)
“Ok, well, I need some money.”
“Kasie and I are at Kristi’s and I need you to bring me some cash. They don’t take credit cards.”
I repeat what I just said.
“It’s a nail salon.”
“A mail salon?”
“A nail salon.”
“Ok, I’ll be right there.”
And so my dad drove to the nail place (which fortunately is about 5 minutes away) and brought me some cash. I felt like I was back in high school.
I’m actually from here. I promise.
(See I’m Actually From Here for more info)