"Are you paying with cash?" the woman asked.
I looked to Katie and Katie kind of shrugged her shoulders and made one of those faces that told me, I'm not sure if I have enough cash on me. I sure didn't. I think my wallet held about $3 at the time.
"Why did you ask?" Katie finally said.
"I won't have to charge you sales tax and you'll save about $10."
Thinking for a few seconds she looked at me and said, "There's a bank across the street from where we parked. Why don't you take your debit card and get some money? Do you have your card?"
"Yes, I do but I don't remember my PIN to access the account." I also wasn't sure there was much money in that account since it is hardly ever used - and yes, it had been that long - probably more than a year since I last used my PIN to withdraw money from it. I don't ever do banking. I don't ever hardly ever have more than $20 or $30 at hand. Money is not something I have access to anymore.
She pulled out her debit card and whispered her PIN. It's 7468 in case you wondered. (Just kidding :) ) I headed for the car, drove to the bank and withdrew a bit more than I needed just in case. Ten minutes later I was back with cash in hand. The woman told me the amount, which was 20 less than the asking price and I handed her the money. While she got me change I handed Katie $50.
"Here, here's your $20," she said meaning it was my allowance for the next two weeks.
"Lunch money?" The woman asked seeing the exchange.
"No, it's his allowance," Katie said matter of factly.
The lady giggled awkwardly and finished the transaction. I could tell she didn't know how to respond. We left with me carrying the lamp.
Just as we walked out I spoke, "My allowance?"
She beamed and laughed while half-turning back to look at me. "It is your allowance," she then said.
Which was true.
Best part for me: I couldn't believe it actually caused a stir down below and even better, her comment simply came without thought or hesitation.