Self-Checkout Barbie

“That will be $34.78, would you like to pay cash or credit?” “I’ll pay cash.” I reach for my wallet in my purse and shuffle through old receipts, lip glosses, and empty gum packets before pulling the familiar pink and white pocket from the depths of it. I open it up grabbing a twenty, a ten, and a five and set them down on the counter, “Hold on I have 79 cents.” The cashier looks at me with a bored expression as I fumble to open the coin pouch on my purse, the zipper stuck as the coins overflow and bulge from within. As I pull to try and force the zipper open the momentum knocks the wallet out of my hand just as the zipper comes undone and coins fly up and scatter like rain. “Oh god sorry, one second I’m so sorry.” I bend down to pick up the change and my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I glance at the next person in line an annoyed expression on their face and a line beginning to build, as I scrape my nail at the floor struggling to pick up a nickel, I bolt back up abandoning my change. “You know what it’s fine, keep the change.” My hands are sweaty as she hands me the receipt, “sorry, thank you, have a nice day.” I rush out of the store cheeks still burning, and I look down at my still open wallet abandoned on top of my purse in the baby basket, the name, “Barbara Roberts” staring back at me on my debit card. I should have just said credit.