Yesterday, for our trip to Stockholm and, because of the weather forecast, I wore shorts. It turned out to be an excellent choice. Yesterday. Today, however, my decision had a very different effect on me.
The weather had changed with drizzly rain first thing. My morning walk from house to stuga in order to have my work-out, was met with drips. The sky was leaden, a wind was blowing. It was like the previous day had been nowt but a dream.
By the time I was ready to head into Trosa, the rain had well and truly stopped but the clouds remained and the wind made it all a bit chilly. I opted for jeans and set off.
I approached the check-out in the System and placed my alcohol on the conveyor belt. The cashier totted up my purchases and gave me the bad news. I reached for my cards to pay him. I realised my cards were in my shorts where I’d transferred them yesterday. I uselessly and pointlessly patted a few more pockets but, other than for my phone, they were empty.
I explained the situation to the guy waiting for payment. I said I’d put the booze back while he voided my transaction.
With great sadness etched on my face, I wandered across the square and sat down. I looked at my phone, pointlessly. I was going to have to walk back, empty trolley and all. I felt sorry for myself for a bit then prepared to go home.
Then it struck me. I had my phone. Was it possible that I could use it to pay? I’ve never attached my phone to my bank account. Maybe, just maybe, if I could remember my card details, it could happen.
I opened Google Wallet and went through the set-up steps and, would you believe it, it worked!
I returned to the System, hoping I would now be able to leave the shop with some beer. I approached the check-out once more, shopping trolley once more full. I told the guy I’d managed to get my phone to work. With nerves on edge, I scanned my phone. I walked out of the System successful.
That certainly put a spring in my step as I headed for the Coop for a bit more shopping. And the phone worked again. Smiling, I headed for home.
I had a short rest in the churchyard before continuing dragging my satisfyingly heavy trolley home.
As a side note, I realised this morning that from the river, just down from the museum, to the outdoor gym, just beyond the Vitalis School, it is all uphill. Even so, it was so much better pulling a full trolley.
