Trying to buy a bunch of cookies and milk today in a seldom-visited grocery store, I realize that I haven't given my discount card to the checkout guy.
"Wait! I have a Fry's card!" I hold up my keychain expectantly while tapping my PIN into the debit machine.
"Fry's card?" The checkout guy doesn't take my card.
I look up at him in his blue shirt, and realize. Oh. Albertson's doesn't care if I have a Fry's card or not.