I swiped my debit card for the third time.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but your card has been declined," the checker said. "But, you can apply for a Target card and save 10 percent on your purchase today."
I remembered my practically new Capitol One card, at home and lodged in a block of ice in the freezer, thanks to my husband's war on our consumer debt. My cart was full of summer clothes and home décor, items with which I thought I'd reward myself for making it through another semester of college.
I stuffed my card back into my purse, abandoned my cart and stalked toward the door. I had my husband on the phone before I'd made it past the snack bar.
"I checked our account this morning," I hissed. "There was $200 in there."
"I know. I get paid later today, so I moved that $200 into our savings account. What's wrong with that?"
Silence. My ears burned with fury.
"Wait--are you at Target again?"
In this marriage, I'm the glass-is-half-full person. To my husband, the glass is not just half-empty; it's cracked and leaking and oh my God, we're all going to die.
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