this morning #1670.
this morning, when i tried to pay for my breakfast order, my card wasn’t going through. first try. second try. i apologized & stepped aside to figure out what was up. checked my account. negative funds. what the what? that can’t be right. there was money in there last night. i grabbed a seat. took a closer look at my transactions. scanned them again & my heart dropped. it was undeniable. i had no money until friday. with a sad shrug toward the woman waiting for me to pay for my order, i turned & walked out. hurried home to grab some food. just enough to get me through the day. a family-sized bag of sour cream & onion chips. some fancy jerky a friend gave me for christmas. my last apple. tried not to be sad.