"Would you like to donate money to Joe's Animal Shelter?"
"Would you like to donate to Ronald McDonald house?"
I'm sure you hear this all the time out of the person ringing up your items at any unmentioned store name. It's the time of the year after all. And I know I've mentioned before that I pretty much never pass up the chance to give. It just feels...wrong. But I understand that it's a personal thing.
A few weeks ago Declan and I were having a hardcore budget conversation. You know, he runs the 'books' in this family. He keeps me and my spending in line (or tries too). I often get a lecture monthly about my Target spending. It is what it is. Anyway.
I was at the drugstore picking up a few things last week with the budget talks fresh in my mind. I was ringing out when the sweet cashier asked me if I wanted to donate $5 towards diabetes awareness and then get a page of coupons in exchange for it. I stopped.
Normally I just say "sure" without really thinking twice about it.
But again. Budget talks ringing in my ear.
And that's when I word vomited to the cashier. As in, totally, completely, went TMI OVER THE LINE. Yea. That happens sometimes to me.
"You see, um. Crap. I love to give to those things. I always give to them. But, see, I keep getting in trouble for my money spending by my husband, and well...shoot. I'm gonna say no this time. I mean, I feel terrible. Ugh. This is so hard for me. But no. I'm gonna say no this time. I'll probably get one next time, anyway."
A simple no would have done just fine, Katie. But instead I felt horrible. I felt like I had to justify myself. I felt like a douchebag. So I just started saying too much, and in the meantime threw my husband under the bus. Bad move, Katie. Bad move.
The cashier just kind of shrugged and didn't really seem to care about my shenanigans. And then? That's when she said it (after I was already ALL CHECKED OUT and practically walking out the door).
"My daughter has diabetes. So it means a lot to me."
Yep. I'm such a jerk. And I felt like one in that moment. I always add the extra money. I ALWAYS buy the dang coupon card. WHY NOT THIS TIME?
And then that's when I said, "My father-in-law has diabetes too, actually" (Insert a few expletives that were playing in my head...) and then I practically ran out of the door feeling like the worst human being ever to live.
It wasn't good. I should have bought the dang coupon card for diabetes awareness.
I came home and told Declan, and he was like, "YOU DIDN'T DONATE? DUDE, MY DAD HAS DIABETES."
And so with that. I say. Donate people.
*In all honesty, I take 'giving' very seriously and don't ever talk publicly about the extent of what we do. I feel that's a private matter between me, my husband and God. Seriously. My husband wouldn't ever encourage me not to give, what he wanted me to do was stop spending so much money at Target. :) But, this is just one of those lighthearted, I-felt-like-a-douche moments that had to be shared with the world. Because I'm self-deprecating like that.