I love small towns

Today, I did the unthinkable. I’ve only done it once before, in Big Sur, and Debbie rescued me. It taught me to carry my checkbook in my purple briefcase, where I put my iPad and my iPhone. I never forget that, but have now TWICE forgotten my purse.

It wasn’t until I got to Cambria, a distance of 1 and 1/2 hours, and plenty of gas, that I realized it. I went to Robobank. I knew I was in trouble when I saw the sign on the front door – “Take off hat and sunglasses before entering bank.” So, I took off my hat. Of course, they refused to cash my check.

Then I thought of the Shell Station, where they know me from YEARS of going there. It also helps that they keep their employees around for a long time! God bless them, they cashed a check for $35.00. Breakfast is now covered. They will also accept a check to cover the cost of my gas. Woohoo! I can get home. I’m relatively certain that Cookie Crock will accept my check, even without proper ID, as I have been shopping there for absolutely forever.

Okay, now, I will put an emergency stash of cash in my Jeep.