Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Duh! Show and tell....

I skip down the grand-ish staircase at Welshpool Town Hall and onto Broad Street: I am probably at least .5 kilo lighter than when I trudged up about an hour ago. I've had a little lie down too. My joie de vivre came at a price however - a needle in the arm and the drawing of blood; my 42nd donation apparently. No problem, this is something I would urge everyone to do if they can - that's give blood of course - not skip on Welshpool's main thoroughfare. No, not that.

It's a sunny day and all is well with the world. I need cash and a large layout pad. Cash is easy as the 'hole in the wall' is across the road. Card in, tap, tap. Bob's y'r uncle, etc. The layout pad, predictably, is not available locally and it is only when I open my purse to pay for some fibre pots at the till of Coed-y-Dynas, which not only has a garden centre/deli/outdoor and art and crafts department (but no layout pads), that I realise OMG!! OMG!!!!! My purse is empty. I jump up and down I ferret around in every nook of my bag. I try every pocket in coat, jeans and shirt. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Diddley squat.  The cash is not there. It looks as if I've pressed all the buttons, retrieved my card and walked away without the dosh. Oh woe. I rush wailing to the bank, praying for a parking space.

It seems the transaction has gone through. It's possible that the machine retracted the money when I didn't take it. Did you know that machines could do that? I don't think there was anyone behind me who might have made the most of my stupidity and trousered my cash, and hope that a passer-by didn't do likewise. I now have to wait until Friday when the bank does its sums and if they can't account for a surplus of £100 then all will be well. Back home my Glam Ass says it is something he has Often Nearly Done. Some consolation I suppose.

So, I've given blood and been a fool - and as the sticker says 'be nice to me' - but if you can spare a little extra niceness in view of my stupidity that would be much appreciated.

14 comments:

snailbeachshepherdess said...

I couldnt believe my eyes one day at a cash point when I stood behind a couple and they were so busy having a row that they walked off and left a great wodge of cash untouched - I shrieked like a fishwife - they came back and never even said thank you - just carried on snarling at each other. Hope the dosh turns up on Friday - I didn't know the machine could re eat the money either!

rachel said...

There's obviously a connection between the brain and an empty arm....

I was told that the cashpoint taking your money back was a myth. But I've also witnessed it taking my elderly mother's card back because she was too slow. And my sister's card was stolen (and used, extravagantly) when she forgot to take it out at all, and wandered off. So who knows? I hope you'll tell us, and that you get your cash back.

Preseli Mags said...

That's no sort of reward for selflessly handing over an armful of blood. Mind you I always find that I feel a little strange afterwards and can quite easily see how I'd forget something like cash. ATMs apparently do swallow the money back in, so fingers crossed that's what happened.

Chris Stovell said...

Nooooo! keeping everything crossed for you. I would be crying by now.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

That seems a poor reward for good citizenship ! I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for the safe return of your cash .

Friko said...

Golly, disaster. Not the cash, obviously, but being in the garden centre without money and therefore no credit to buy plants.

Hope you get the dosh back. What are you buying? I will be off to the Dingle myself, the minute I know what has definitely succumbed to the frosts.

You left a comment mentioning a possible future 'poignant' post. I think I might post one, if I'm brave enough tomorrow.

her at home said...

Um arent you meant to lie down with a cup of NHS tea and a drab biscuit after blood not go trotting about...tut tut!!!Do hope nice machin gives your money back.Tell me why do you have ot wait til friday? Does the man who counts the money only work friday nights?

bayou said...

Oh dear! About the blood donation: do you not get money for that? We are always informed here about that heavy money making behind it whilst plenty of people think to do a good thing. I shall check on that further.
But that the machine does take the money back is new to me. I know it can swallow the card but can it also swallow the money? I'll cross fingers that it ends well!
What a nice reaction from your Glamorous! :-)

Sallys Chateau said...

I lost about 250 pounds when the children were tiny and I rushed to retrieve one of them from running in the road, that split second lost me my money, what a swine, I do hope you are luckier.

Twiglet said...

Fingers crossed here for you too! It is easily done so don't feel too guilty. Hopefully the machine will reveal all on Friday and you will get your dosh. Good luck.

Lucille said...

What a heart sinking moment that must have been.
I once dropped my purse while running down a hill for a bus. I ran back up and a kind man gave it back to me but not before he had emptied it as I found out later. I do hope yours is returned to you.

Pondside said...

Fingers crossed for you over here!
Don't be too hard on yourself - we all have those moments...just hope that you get your money back so that you can buy more plants!

Jude said...

I only know it because I did exactly the same thing a few years back...only realised my doziness whe I tried to pay for something later...it was back in the bank on the Fri,,thankfully

GeraniumCat said...

Oh poor you! How dreadful. Fingers crossed it turns up and cartloads of sympathy!