It was time for a visit to Harbor Freight, the grown mans Chuckie Cheese. Shopping there was a big deal because living up here in the foothills we don't go into the big city very often. Going there requires us to set aside a whole day, especially if we want to include a visit to Trader Joe's. Of course our list for Harbor Freight had been made out in advance-the mailer now worn and tattered from excessive use- and we know what we need to look for. As anyone knows who has shopped at Harbor Freight there is a lot of stuff to look at - heading into our ‘golden years’ we have to stay with the items on our list or the bill would be hundreds of dollars.
So after getting all the items on our list and the unavoidable extras, I went up to the counter to check out. The young attractive female clerk asked me how I was going to pay for the items. I deftly pulled out the credit card my wife let me have and proudly showed it to her. She pointed to the machine on the counter that I was supposed to run the card through. There are 4 counters in the store going at the same time and unbeknownst to me I was about to stop all of them.
