Lots of laughs yesterday. What I was
laughing at was not the same thing the bank teller was laughing at. I didn’t
realize this until an hour later when I told Mr. JCrew the story. :/
We had a lot of unscheduled purchases
over the weekend, so on Monday, I was balancing the books. I noticed a purchase
that I had to call Mr. JCrew about. I couldn’t remember, and he couldn’t
remember.
We all know Mr. JCrew’s memory is not
his best characteristic. (He admits it; I’m not throwing him under the bus.)
I’m biased towards him, so I give him the excuse that he has so much going on
between work, school and family, that there is no way he can keep it all
straight. He appreciates my excuse. Me, on the other hand, I have a
photographic memory. It’s a really cool thing that I use a lot. It goes along with my number relationships. Playing the silly games with numbers helps me remember them, too!
But this mysterious purchase was not
made by me. I found no receipt. I asked Mr. JCrew to run through his daily
events of the date in question. There was nothing out of the ordinary. He
didn’t go to soccer practice because he was feeling bad, so neither one of us
left the house that evening. And it was “grocery-bill” high and we could not
figure it out. The description for the payment only had the city and state. No
other detail as to where this purchase was. No address, nothing.
So, I call the bank to see if they had
that little piece of information I was missing. He was able to see it was the
eye doctor. YES! Mr. JCrew went to the eye doctor that day during lunch! I
totally forgot. My photographic memory couldn’t help me there.
I joked with the bank teller saying
that was great and all was fine. He did go to the eye doctor that day and I
remember him telling me they sold him into buying new glasses (after he told me
he was going to be tough and not buy new ones). We never make large purchases
when we are not with each other so I couldn’t figure out what this was for. We
laughed and I thanked him.
When I was telling Mr. JCrew about the
solved mystery, he was laughing, too. He said the eye doctor even called him on
Tuesday to say when his glasses would be ready, and that STILL did not jog his
memory that the glasses were the purchase in question! Then Mr. JCrew brought
it to my attention. The bank teller was not laughing with me on my thought of
how relieved I was. He was laughing because I was THAT wife. The wife who sees
a mysterious charge on her husband’s card (not hers) and wonders what her
husband is up to. He thought I was trying to catch my husband!! Oh, gosh! That
was not my intent at all. I laughed even more thinking that was probably what
the guy was laughing at. Mr. JCrew knows I’m a sleuth and I find things out.
And I’m still laughing. Maybe I should
have been an FBI agent. That would be fun!
