For reasons that are frankly none of your damn business, I went to JoAnn Fabrics this afternoon. My masculinity, my friends, was sorely tested. Of course, if you know me at all, you know that an abundance of masculinity is somehow not one of my main problems despite my obvious overwhelming manliness. A contradiction, I know, and one that I’m still unclear about.
At any rate, while waiting in line behind the woman buying several Martha Stewart inspired accessories and a 12 foot wide inflatable American flag ($60!), I noticed an incontrovertible fact about places like that:
everyone pays by check