My wallet is thick enough to keep an airline door open wide enough for passengers to exit, with room to spare for the drink cart. Why? Because I own every club-card for every store I have ever visited. Not one to be asked to join many things in the past, I was originally flattered when this practice first began. So I said yes to them all. “Sure, I’ll join your club, be one of the in-crowd!”
It is spring, time to clean out the wallet, perhaps change purses. I have discovered no less than 24 cards to stores that I believe have either gone belly up or I no longer visit, as I myself am close to going belly-up. How many clubs can you belong too before you go bonkers? Bagel club, three airlines, two supermarkets, two bookstores, burrito stores, pet stores, anchor stores that no longer anchor anything, sporting good stores (Ha!), gym memberships (Ha, Ha!), and the list continues.
My favorite is the pharmacy card (Ha, Ha, Ha!) that actually does get me instant financial benefit. The one I was asked for during my recent bout of pneumonia on my three trips to said pharmacy. I had so many cards, I could never find it. And feeling so crappy (and tiring of the looks of other cranky customers), I just gave up, looking for all the world like a street-dealer of stolen cards.
I know I have talked about it before, but cleaning and organizing my writing projects is an ongoing battle. I wish there was a club where I could ask other’s to join in my pursuit for the logical life. “Here, have a card, you are now a member of Sally’s quest for organization and sanity. Welcome.”
As the familiar saying goes… “What’s in your wallet?”