While going through some old receipts last night, I found that I accidentally grabbed the signed copy of my last grocery store run which should have landed in the cashier’s drawer instead of my wallet. And in that moment, an easy-money plan blossomed in my head which involved me claiming I didn’t actually spend $66 on Cranapple juice and kitty litter last Sunday the 25th of March, because some impostor took my card, signed my name. Then, when they try and pull the slip to prove the forgery, there will be no slip, because it’s IN MY WALLET! While I dreamed of all the things a cool $66 can buy (new sheets! MORE kitty litter! world domination!) the plan started to crumble when I realized I’d probably have to report my card as stolen, actually make an unnecessary trip to the grocery store, and lie successfully to multiple authorities. But I ask you: what kind of world do we live in where a girl can’t make a profit off of a surly prepubescent Stop & Shop employee’s mistake?