Dollar store place-can ya tell I'm cranky?

So last Sunday, after becoming totally disenamored of everyone and everything football, I went out to the dollar store to buy cheap ornaments and trailing things. Because I refuse to go into the attic which is a hellhole and scary and I just am not going to do it.

I drifted about the store dropping inexpensive balls and dangly things and fake poinsettia things into my cart. I figured I could weave this crap into the crap that's already on the mantle and the hutch and make it look sort of festive. I'm not really in a FESTIVE mood. So, I got some jingle bells and some Christmas kitchen potholders and a towel and some cheap scented candles.

Then I went to the register to check out.

I plopped my five bags' worth of shit onto the conveyor (I know it was five bags' worth because the checkout girl bagged it) and prepared to pay. I pulled my MC out and she asked, "Is it Visa or debit?"

Nonchalantly I said, "No, it's Master Card."

Checkout girl: "We dun tek Master Cahd. See de sine on the regtrer. Only debit an Visa, check, other..."

Me: "Excuse me? We charge everything and, well, what?"

Checkout girl: "Just tose and debit. An chek."

Me: Replopping five bags worth of DOLLAR SHIT,  mind you, DOLLAR SHIT, back onto the desk while a ?manager? comes over and prints something out which I'm thinking-"Oh, reconsider?" No. Ya can't debit a MC credit card."Debit card or Visa or chek."

But, wait, you can accept a check from someone which, er, makes sense in what universe?

So, I left without my cheap Christmas shit and I said loudly "This is ridiculous."


And, as I exited the actual door I said, "I cannot fucking believe this."