Circus Porn

That's right, Circus Porn!

No naked clowns were harmed in the writing of this post.

Picture this! As I bolt out the door to work later than usual I then find myself across town and hungry with more time that I expected (Thank you traffic Gods!) and a stomach crying out for food. I pop into a chain eatery and place a to-go order at the bar.

Service was quick, but slower than I had hoped. My salad arrives, I hand over my plastic, pay the bill and jet.

Cue 24 hours later when I cannot find my credit card.

After ascertaining that.

A) I don't have my card.
B) I don't remember them giving it back.
C) Finding the receipt, but not the card.
D) Calling restaurant. (They have it! Whew!)

So I zip over there as soon as Tim gets home, and although I'm relieved that they have it, I'm a bit nervous that they've had it for as long as they have.

I apologize to my lonely card for leaving it so long. We kiss and make-up and I call the company to check the charges on it.

And, holey moley...there is a charge from earlier in the day for 131 smackaroos at what sounds like a plus size porn company. I am steamed, angry, nervous, and can't get a human on the line fast enough.

I cancel the card to be sure, call Tim to check out the company and...umm...yeah. (sigh) We had a friend purchase some tickets to the circus for us as a special favor and I guess the purchase just cleared that afternoon.

So, not in fact a plus size porn company...just good old Barnum and Bailey.

Whew!