In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash
Most of you know I'll be retiring from daycare at the end of May this year. If you read any of my posts, you know that I'm whittling down my two rooms of daycare toys and furniture. Over the Christmas break, I put up some of my most beautiful early childhood furniture pieces for sale. I made arrangements with a lady who also does home daycare to come purchase them. She wanted them. Period.
They arrived and were thrilled. Couldn't hardly wait to get them in her daycare. Even brought a trailer with them. I was here without my boys or my husband, so I helped her fill the trailer in the sprinkling rain. Her aunt was with her and helped as well. She purchased my set of furniture that included two tables, twelve chairs, a book center bookcase, a toy shelf unit, and a shelf unit that included 10 cubbies for small sets of toys, often known as manipulatives. Once everything was loaded, including eight daycare cots for naptime, she whips out her checkbook. Cash only, that's what the advertisement said. "Oh, don't worry, it's good. I don't write bad checks."
In 25 years of providing daycare, I've accepted only CASH from daycare parents, because there's nothing worse than chasing a payment that isn't any good. Well, I trusted this lady. I let her write me a $580 check. Yes, I must be stupid. I even let her sit on my sofa and breastfeed her baby before she and her aunt headed back south to Austin.
You guessed it. Her check bounced. A $580 check bounced. I sent her a text. Nothing. No response. I sent an email. Nothing. No response. Finally I get a response that she's been out of town, she's so sorry, and she's never ever had a bad check. She'll take care of it right away, she promises. She'd be up before the end of the day, she said. She didn't show up. That was Friday.
I sat here all day. It's my husband's birthday. I was unable to take him to breakfast, to lunch, or to dinner, because I sat here all day, like a stupid idiot, waiting on her. I sent her another text this morning. No response. I sent her another this afternoon. She replied that she'd be here by 7p.m. tonight. It's now 7:10pm. I got a text saying she could come first thing in the morning, before church. I'm a bit irritated. To say the least.
So, I'm taking a poll. Do you think...
1.) I'm screwed out of $580 and she'll never show up.
2.) I'm screwed out of $580 and she might show up, but only God really knows.
3.) She's really a good person, I'm screwed, and someday I might get what I deserve, and someday she might get what she deserves too.
Let me state publicly here that I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever take a check from anyone ever, ever, ever, ever again. I should have followed my instincts and unloaded her trailer when I heard she didn't have cash. And here I sit, still waiting.
UPDATE: I sent her another text (today) Sunday morning after 8a.m. and she finally showed up at 10a.m. with my cash. Thank you Lord for directing her to do the right thing!