Glad My Head is Screwed On

Because if it wasn’t it would probably be behind the counter at a store while staff – who are counting down the minutes before the lunch-break they hardly deserve – search me on Facebook to tell me i’ve left my head there.

Today on a rare visit to Harbour Town Watertown (appreciate information on why they ever changed the name) I embarked on a journey to purchase some red low-top Converse for my new job’s compulsory uniform.

Steaming into the store, I found the exact shoe -and size 6 – beaming at me with a sexy discount of $10 from the regular price of $70. With a swift slip on and off I clarified the fit and re-packed the shoes.This was shaping up perfectly.

Swanning up to the counter with a chuffed little grin I greeted the cashier with my best smile.

“Just those ones please” I said.

I pay-passed my shoes and left the store.

Floating down the escalator – effervescent and accomplished, I spotted Pure and Natural. With endorphins pumping  and a lunch-dessert craving brewing, I opted to make a pit-stop for some fro-yo.

“$3.20 please” said the shop assistant. Remembering I had some change I dug in my cesspit of a clutch, through paper, receipts, loyalty cards and an empty wallet (why?), to fish out the precise coinage.

 

As I sat down gliding my spoon through my towering swirl of creamy frozen goodness, something didn’t feel right.

Entering the cesspit once more I realised my bank card was missing.

I checked again… and again.

DAMNIT, Why can’t I just cherish this fro-yo moment. Up the escalator I went, back to the Converse store, no success. Down the escalator i went, scanning the ground for any sign of the pink plastic Houdini.

Up, down, up, down… and again.

SURELY it can’t be at Pure and Natural, after all – I paid the ‘precise coinage’

I bit the bullet, “Hey, any chance I left a pink bank card here?”

The man looked back at me – a different shop assistant to before.

“Yes,” he said, picking up my card.

“What’s your name?”

– Firstly, OF COURSE ITS MY FUCKING CARD IF I AM ASKING FOR SPECIFICALLY A PINK BANK CARD HANDED IN 3 MINUTES AGO!

and secondly…

“Jenna Thomas”.

Thankyou.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Jenna Rose

Welcome to my site. I'm a 23 year old journalist from Australia, pretty much posting things I learn, love, eat and get inspired by - oh and some vlogs too! Thanks for reading and/or watching!

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