Back To My Roots
Saturday is a great day for shopping. It had dawned on me that I had never shot a photo of myself in front of Kohls. This store is singularly responsible for my coming out into the world! Kohl's is where I first did my shopping for feminine items, where I first went enfemme to try things on and where I have purchased most of my clothing, undergarments and jewelry.
On this occasion, I had several items selected for purchase. In order to get the discount, I had to use my Kohl's charge card. However, the one I have is in my male name. At the check-out, I presented it to the young, female clerk and said it was my husbands card. She said she would have to check with Credit Services to see if I was allowed to use it, and began to dial Kohl's office in Chicago. I interrupted her, leaned over the counter and softly said the card was really mine. It took her a few seconds, but she got my meaning. Oddly enough, it was she that was embarassed and was very apologetic, kind and helpful. She rang up all my items, gave me the discount, and I was on my way.
Kohl's is great!