It's because, apparently, I forgot I have a bread subscription service that sends me a fresh loaf every week... but also because I wanted to see if the cashier would notice I was wearing my "I'm with stupid" t-shirt in the checkout line.
As I walked in, I was greeted by the lovely scent of stale bread and the sound of elevator jazz music playing on repeat. The cashier, a gruff but lovable man named Bob, raised an eyebrow at my shirt.
I pointed to the bread, and he nodded, "Ah, yeah, we've got that new whole wheat stuff. That'll be $5.99."
I handed over my card, and he asked, "You know, we've got a loyalty program for our regulars. You should sign up."
"I'd love to," I said, "but I'm pretty sure my wife would divorce me if I started raking in all those points and rewards."
Bob chuckled, "Fair enough. You're a regular comedian, huh?"
Read more about my wife's threats and why I'm still single-handedly funding the bread industry.