scorecard

I went Dick’s Sporting Goods yesterday – my goal was a shorter pair of swim fins (in my size) and a skateboard.   I saw some pics of a friend on Facebook who’s about my age and was riding a skateboard.  It looked like fun and I’ve decided to try it out.   I found the fins, found a board, and headed for the checkout.

There was only one cashier on duty and she immediately asked me if this was credit or debit – implying that she wouldn’t be able to help me if (heaven forbid) I was paying cash.  I told her debit and she asked if I had a scorecard.  I told her I didn’t and she offered to sign me up.  I politely told her no thank you.

She finally looked at what I was purchasing and said that it was going to be a lot and she could go ahead and sign me up for a scorecard – and that it would only take 30 seconds.  I politely declined again and said I already have too many of those things.

She took this to mean that  – somehow – I had magically acquired not just one but multiple scorecards in the picoseconds after my declining for a second time.   “So you have a scorecard?” she asked and I replied, “No, I meant that I have too many reward cards to keep track of.”

She – and swear this is how she acted  – sullenly rang up my purchases and told me the total.  As though I had ruined not just her day but perhaps her entire life by not signing up for a scorecard.  I paid with my debit card and left the store wondering if she was going to be ritually killed for letting a customer pass her by without signing up for their rewards card.

I would not lose sleep if that did indeed happen.

I have yet to ride the skateboard and I’ll try the swim fins tomorrow in the pool.