My Wallet

I got this wallet/check book set for Mother's Day from my hubby. He brought it to me when he came home for Ben's graduation. Jenny's girls said I would like it. They were right. I simply love it!

I am proud of my gift. Everyone that has seen it has complimented it.

Everyone except for the cashier at Food Lion, that is.

We were in there Tuesday evening picking up a few things. When I got to the register I pulled out my bank card and my MVP card. The cashier looks up and sees my wallet. The conversation went something like this:

Cashier: "That's a pretty big wallet."

Me: "Yea. It holds all my stuff. CC's, money and such. If I wanted, this would be all I would have to carry."

Cashier: "I don't know why you need a wallet that big."

Me (a little confused here): Well, it has all my stuff in it, and . . . (in a meek voice) . . it was a gift.

Cashier: "I don't see the need to have a wallet that big." - (just add insult to injury, here)

Me: silence - thinking, should I respond again?

Cashier: "I don't have all those credit cards and stuff."

Me: silence - thinking, no, don't respond

Cashier (as she reaches beside the register to retrieve an object): "This is my wallet. It's plenty big."

Me: Smile, retrieve my bags of groceries. I think I remember nodding in approval.

Cashier: "Have a nice day."

Me: "You, too." thinking - you just busted on my wallet!

Now mind you - we are in line. Bob is with me. I can only wonder what is going thru his head.

As she was showing me her wallet, the line was growing. I'm squirming inside, thinking "No, I don't want to explain this conversation. No, I can't speed things up." But it did make me laugh a little at her spontaneity. She was -opinionated - enough said.

When we left the store, I turned to Bob and asked: "Did you hear her?" Duh? Of course he heard her. He was laughing. At me, I think. Because - he defended her and her implication of wallet snobbery.

As I have thought about these wallets two things come to mind:

1. Color difference. Mine is bright and bold. Hers was black pleather.

2. Size. Her wallet looked a tad bit longer and a tad bit narrower.

My conclusion: Although her wallet was narrower, it was longer and black. Everybody knows that if you want to look thinner, you wear black.

Mine was taller, but shorter. It was definitely brighter. Perhaps the colors gave the illusion of girth. I'd bet nickles to donuts that per square inch, our wallets were the same size!

The things that make you go "hmmm. . . ."!