Shitting My Pants

I'm a shopoholic. Yup, I'm admitting a flaw here. I love to shop and I always overspend. I had two cartloads of groceries picked up earlier. I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm expecting a flood, a war, or a snow storm. I was at the check out and as 100 dollars past, then 200 dollars, I started to get a little sick to my stomach. I wasn't even sure how much money was left on my debit card but just before the 300 dollar mark, I ran my card through the debit machine and surprise, surprise, it said Approved!!! hallelujah hallelujah

I was sweaty, nervous, trying to swallow. Imagine if I was rich? Then again if I had Donald Trump money, there would be no joy at the counter unless of course I was buying major corporations before breakfast. Instead of fainting at the counter, I'd probably shit myself.