I gathered my receipts from the busy weekend to make sure I left no location out in my search. I set aside all the debit card purchases, and began to take stock. I scanned the time stamps, and I believe I began my day of running around at Target. I knew exactly what I needed to get, and quickly made my way through the large store to the board game section. I grabbed the Taboo box, and scurried to the express checkout line. Of course, I used my debit card because I feel that cash gets spent a lot faster even though there really is no logic behind this theory of mine. I was pretty surprised when the clerk asked to see my ID. It’s not that I mind, but I am so used to no one bothering to check it that when I am asked to present identification, I get a little thrown off. I showed him the license and went on my way.


What was next on my long list of things to do? I believe I went to the grocery store next to stock up on snacks for the upcoming busy week. One of the perks of living in the sorority house is that our sorority chef prepares meals for us. Unfortunately, he does not always take into account what we like or what may actually be good for us. So rather than starve on “Meatloaf Mondays,” I keep a well-stocked stash under my bed for emergencies.

Last thing to pick up was a bottle of wine for my roommate’s weekly wine night. I am blessed and cursed in looking so young. I know I will revel in it someday, but at my current age of twenty-two it is rather annoying. Half the time, my ID is questioned and turned down even with my multiple back up forms.


When asked for my ID, I whipped it out and stared off as the cashier studied all the information on the little card. Finally I was done checking out. I remember leaving the store a little disappointed because I had to use the traditional checkout lines instead of the ultra fun self-checkout.