Loser

Dear Diary,

Wtf! The worst thing that could happen to me has happened to me. The worst thing that could happen to anyone else has also happened to me. Curse the heavens!

I had recently bought and returned a top that had cost me way more than I'd normally spend on an item of clothing. When I took it back to return it, realizing it as an impulse buy, the store wont take it back since I had bought it when it was on sale. Yes, knocking off $5 had put the item on sale and therefore non-returnable. After a half hour of cajoling, arguing and threatening three different people at the store, I had finally gotten store credit for it. I was hoping for a cash refund and so the store credit wasn't exactly thrilling, but at least something was better than nothing since their "store policy" normally didn't even allow store credit for sale items.

The manager of the store had put the credit amount and his signature on the receipt and given it to me - the proof of the store credit that I can use to buy something else from there later. Walking out of the store, I somehow convinced myself that at least I wasn't a complete loser. Curse my immature optimism!

Today I found that the receipt I had gotten from the store, the damned piece of paper I fought so hard for - the one with the store credit - is there no more. Actually it is still there, but now it falls better under the category of "soggy ball of mushy squish" rather than "paper".

I, my dearest diary, have washed the credit off of that paper while it was still in my jeans pocket. Curse the system of laundry! I dont know why people keep singing praises of the advances of science.. the internet, solar-powered cars, stem cell research.... And what has it done for waterless laundry, I ask? Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Right now I wish I was still living in the days of the stone age. Because then the receipt would be on a stone tablet. Stone is strong. Stone can bear hardships. Stone doesn't reduce itself to a pathetic mass of squish as soon as water touches it. If I was living in the stone age, right about now I would be riding my dinosaur to the store to get a brand new pair of trendy pants made of llama skin or whatever animal skin was in at that time.

I highly doubt that the store will give me even a button in exchange of this mushy pulp that I hold in my hand at the moment. Curse it all!

NOW I feel like a complete loser.