I see the receipt on the desk the next day. $12.93. Twelve! Um, I say calmly, what's the deal?? DH proudly shares that the cashier rang it up wrong the first time, but he caught it and got it fixed. I stare blankly. What? he asks, I used the gift card. And what about the coupon, I ask, trying not to shriek. Well, I gave it to him, says he. Too bad "him" never applied it.
I know it's not a lot and I'm trying not to dwell on it. (Really, I am. I figured if I vented here, I wouldn't take it out on DH.)
Ever feel like you're the only one focusing on the goal??