I can promise you clerks do not care. It’s very rare that the declined card means they don’t have the money and when they don’t your the 100th unique scenario that day and their mind has been on supper for the last 5 hours. Most don’t got the care to be judgy
Yeah, they only care if you start dragging them into your bullshit, even if you can’t pay at all. Had that happen a few months back because of an larger expense automatically withdrawn which i did not expect at that time. I apologized, went back into the store to put back whatever i could not pay for at the moment from where i took it, and that was that.
Absolutely, I once forgot my money and didn’t realize until I went to pay. The cashier offered to set aside my bag for me while I went home for it (20 min walk}. When I got back they had forgotten who I was until I reminded them. The moral is that the cashier couldn’t have cared less about the situation.
That’s how I became popular with the ladies when I went to band camp. I had extreme social anxiety about starting conversations with girls, so I bought a ridiculous hat in the French Quarter in New Orleans. Because I could wear that around them with no trouble for some reason
I didn’t have to initiate any conversations that year, they all came to me.
I can promise you clerks do not care. It’s very rare that the declined card means they don’t have the money and when they don’t your the 100th unique scenario that day and their mind has been on supper for the last 5 hours. Most don’t got the care to be judgy
Yeah, they only care if you start dragging them into your bullshit, even if you can’t pay at all. Had that happen a few months back because of an larger expense automatically withdrawn which i did not expect at that time. I apologized, went back into the store to put back whatever i could not pay for at the moment from where i took it, and that was that.
Absolutely, I once forgot my money and didn’t realize until I went to pay. The cashier offered to set aside my bag for me while I went home for it (20 min walk}. When I got back they had forgotten who I was until I reminded them. The moral is that the cashier couldn’t have cared less about the situation.
And that you need to wear a funny hat!
That’s how I became popular with the ladies when I went to band camp. I had extreme social anxiety about starting conversations with girls, so I bought a ridiculous hat in the French Quarter in New Orleans. Because I could wear that around them with no trouble for some reason
I didn’t have to initiate any conversations that year, they all came to me.