Lest you think Val has a permanent case of paranoia, believing that everyone is out to get her, from the Crazy Dude she suspects of messing with her internet, her dusk-to-dawn light, and now Hick's tractor (which suspiciously wouldn't start this morning), to the cashier at Burger Brothers at the casino...let her provide further evidence.
Somewhere in the middle of THIS long post, I told you how the cashier at Burger Brothers almost scammed $10 from me by not handing back my change. How she got distracted by another customer, and closed her drawer, ignoring me, and then got snippy when I told her I didn't get my change.
Friday, Hick and I went to the casino with my sister the ex-mayor's wife, and the ex-mayor. We went to Burger Brothers for lunch. They might be alleged scammers, but they have delicious burgers. And chili. Because of course that's what Sis wanted. Maybe it runs in the family, because my favorite gambling aunt asks for Italian sausage when she goes there. Nevermind the word BURGER in their name.
Anyhoo...Hick had a coupon for $10 off at any restaurant in the casino. When he came back to the table, he stuck two receipts in my face. "You wanna watch this. The girl messed up. First she didn't give me the $10 off, and when I complained, she said she'd take it off the debit card. Then she ran it again. So we want to make sure she didn't charge us for both." By WE, I guess Hick meant himself and the mouse in his pocket, although it was ME he kept shoving those receipts at.
"What do you want me to do with those?"
"Put 'em in your purse, I guess."
"Because they're too heavy for you to carry around for another couple of hours, until you get home and throw them on the kitchen counter with all the other receipts?"
"Whatever. I just figured you could put them in your purse."
Uh huh. I COULD. I certainly could. Could put them in my GAMBLING PURSE, which has nothing to do with my regular purse, not having anything in it except my player's cards for about a dozen casinos (not that I have a problem, by cracky) and my glasses and some Purell (because they were out of mini GermX) and a hair pick and my money and ID and insurance cards. Much easier, I guess, than Hick simply putting it in his wallet when he put the debit card back in, to lay on the kitchen counter at home.
Anyhoo...that cashier first charged him $22.70. Then supposedly credited that amount back. Then charged him $21.70. Don't know where the dollar went. Then supposedly took off the $10 coupon. Then supposedly charged the debit card $11.70.
This morning I called my automated bank number. I do that on the weekend, to balance my account. I figured the Burger Brothers wouldn't be on there yet. They usually take a couple days to show up. Funny how there was a pending charge of $22.70 from a restaurant. But nothing else.
Wouldn't you think if one transaction was on there, the other would be as well?
But you know Val. She's a paranoid old gal.