Vision Checkup
Even though I barely have two cents to rub together, I got new glasses yesterday! The catch - they were FREE! Well, I guess I technically did pay for them by paying my insurance premium. With my vision insurance, I got a free exam, a pair of frames up to $130, and free lenses (as long as they didn't have too many extra fancy things like anti-glare or tint). My vision has definitely gotten worse after having two children, partly due to natural wear and tear and party due to hormones, so I was due for a new eye prescription. Naderah slept so nicely for me in her stroller, I even wandered into the mall for a moment (Sears, specifically, since I got my specs from Sears Optical). Weird, Sears is kinda like the throwback store. Who shops there anymore? (Sorry if I hurt your feelings, Sears.)
I found the perfect sweater. I mean, beautiful cabling, it fit, and was just what I wanted in terms of drape and style. Purrfect. It was 50% off, but still out of my budget, especially since my budget is nil. R had given me reign over his debit card (well, $20 worth) to enjoy the last day of my maternity leave. But it wouldn't be practical to use that money for a sweater. (I ended up using it to buy groceries instead.) However, I did go over to the register to make sure the sweater did not have any further discounts. The cashier convinced me to apply for a Sears credit card. Hah. Me and credit? Hah hah. The cahsier, too, was the most ancient cashier around. He was throwback too. Mr. Ellis.
My credit application came back denied, I wasn't surprised. Mr. Ellis, though, let me down in the most interesting way. Instead of just telling me I was denied, he said that they needed to look at my information more closely and would get back to me in a few days. He was reading from the receipt that had printed, which he stressed I should safeguard. When I read the receipt it was the typical "we are unable to approve your application at this time" statement. I was amazed though by Mr. Ellis' tact and compassion. Was it naivete'? Well, as old as he is, I'm sure he's been around the block and has had his share of shoppers with bad credit. I'm just impressed with the respect and humanity he showed me. It was pretty sweet.
Meanwhile, the sweater is still in the back of my mind. It's on my wishlist for when I get my next (last) disability check. Purrfect.















