The last week of school, I stopped at Target and bought coats for kids at Columbia. Since I was wearing my uniform, and I don’t carry my usual purse on those days, I tucked my Target Red Card into one pant’s pocket with my car keys and my phone in the other pocket. I used the phone to get my Cartwheel discount, and the Red Card gave me my usual five percent discount.
The store no longer has the giant size bags in which I could have put six coats so I had to take them to the car in the basket with which I had been shopping, and pile them into my back seat. I took out my keys and headed home. Once I got home, I found a giant size bag for the coats. Having noticed that the jacket I had been wearing for the past two weeks had smears from small hands who hug me, I decided to take it to the dry cleaners right after changing clothes.
A few days later I stopped at Target to purchase some household items, and since I was wearing regular clothes, I also had my purse with my wallet that contains all of my credit cards. That’s when I found that my Target Red Card was not in my wallet. No five percent discount on that purchase which, fortunately, was very small so didn’t matter, too much.
I went right home and checked my pant’s pockets. No Red Card. I went through all of the places I might have put it, but no luck finding it. I realized I must have dropped it somewhere along the way from the store to the car when I was wrangling all those coats. My card was lost! Was someone out there using it to buy their Christmas gifts?
I immediately called Target and found that the last purchase made on the card was the one for the coats. It had been almost a week and there was no other activity on the card. Whew. I explained the situation to the operator who then cancelled my old card and said a new one would be in the mail in a few days, to be on the lookout for a plain white envelope. She also said that no one would be able to use the old card so I felt relieved just in case it was out there, somewhere, floating around.
Yesterday I went to the dry cleaners to pick up my laundry. Attached to the purple coat, that had the small children smears, was a plain white bag. Inside was my Red Card. I had put the card in my coat pocket! When I got home, there in the mail was a plain white envelope with the new Red Card. Mystery solved, new card in hand. All’s well that ends well.