Silly Night

Karen and I dined at Jeem last night, and when it came time to pay, I pulled out the wallet and realized that my credit card was missing from its usual slot!  A slight flashback brought me to Red Robin, the last place I touched my wallet for lunch after church, so that must have been where it was…

We hurriedly paid with Karen’s credit card and drove over to Red Robin across the street.  The manager performed the security check by glacing at my ID and disappeared through the backdoor.  When he returned, his hands were empty and declared the bad news–card not found!  How could it be?!

“Who was your server?” he asked.

“I don’t remember.  I may have to report this card stolen, so can you check one last time?” I answered.

The manager strolled down the aisle and disappeared again.  Suddenly a revelation hit me–I may indeed have the receipt in my wallet.  I promptly opened it up and sitting in the bit fat slot was the receipt with the server name!  Then I checked in the other compartment, and there it was, the credit card!  To spare the manager the agony of realizing that the last 15 minutes was an exercise in futility, I thanked him and mentioned I’d look for it and left.  When we got back to my car, Karen asked, “Where’s your jacket?”

So back to Jeem we went…