DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE
The last time this question was asked, this was what I had to say about it:
So, I decided today, what if I turned this cute moment between my wife and I into something else? Here’s what I came up with…
Docent Notes, Entry No. 1: Exhibit A – The Credit Card Burial
Welcome to the Museum of Knuckleheads. Admission is free. Consequences are not.
If you’re here, chances are you’re curious, lost, mildly disappointed with your life trajectory—or just trying to kill ten minutes before the Wi-Fi comes back. All valid. This museum wasn’t built for the elite, the wise, or the well-adjusted. It was built for people like me. People like you. People who have stared into the mirror mid-shower and muttered, “Well… that was a choice.”
Let’s begin the tour.
Exhibit A: The Time I Tried to Bury a Credit Card in the Backyard to “Reset My Finances”
Yes, you read that right. That’s an actual dirt-filled display under the buzzing overhead lights. A plastic shovel from a gas station. A laminated credit card. A tiny American flag, for irony.
This was during a phase I call “financial experimentalism,” which is what you call it when you’re broke but still wildly confident. The plan was simple: if burning sage can cleanse a house, why not dig a shallow grave for debt?
I buried the card behind the shed. Said a few words. Patted the soil like it was a dog I was letting go. And then I waited. For what? Honestly, I don’t know. Divine intervention. A good credit score. A sitcom-style reset button.
Spoiler: Capital One does not care if your card is underground. Interest kept growing as if it were photosynthesizing.
Lessons, If You’re the Type Who Learns
- Debt doesn’t decompose.
- Just because an idea feels spiritual doesn’t mean it isn’t objectively stupid.
- Always check where underground sprinklers are before committing to symbolic rituals.
The exhibit still smells faintly like wet dirt and a bad decision you swore you’d only make once. Sometimes, I swear the card shifts positions overnight. Like it’s clawing its way back up.
People laugh when I tell them this one. They assume it’s exaggerated. I let them believe that. It’s easier than admitting it was the most hopeful I’d felt in months.
Closing Notes from the Docent
This museum isn’t here to mock you. It’s here to reflect you—bad choices and all. You may not see yourself in this exhibit. Not yet. But wait a bit. Everyone’s got a shovel moment.
Next time: Exhibit B – Neck Tattoos I Almost Got at 3 A.M.
Until then, take a number. You’ll be up soon.
—Docent, Senior Raconteur
Museum of Knuckleheads
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