The next couple of minutes are spent with the cashier battling with my card and the machine, which I consider to be at fault, until I can no longer sustain the anxiety and worry. Well, it seems like she got fed up with forcing the card on the stupid machine too, because she spoke before I did.
"My apologies for this, Miss Riccaford, but it is not working either."
Shoot! What now?
"You can pay in cash, miss." She adds, handing me my card, which I take humbly, eyeing it for a brief moment.
Gosh! I do not have any cash. I was never used to carrying cash all my life.
"Ahh, you see, I..." s**t! what do I tell this fool? I am sure she is already doubting whether I am truly Miss Riccaford! What kind of embarrassment is this one now?
"Is anything the matter?"
Double s**t! That voice!
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