Okay, whatever. I have a Major Credit Card.
No go. The grocery store does not accept Major Credit Cards, and I can't use my ATM card anymore today. And all the cash I had at hand now belongs to a dude named Steef who is on his way to the mountains of Italy.
So, I do the only thing that can be done.
I smile at the Dutch-only checkout girl, shrug my shoulders, say in English, "Well, I guess I'll just go," and leave twenty-three euros of groceries in the store, literally on the conveyor belt, and walk home.
Sad: stupid Dutch grocery store.
And, to top it off, the heel of my fab blue shoes fell off on the way to the Atelier on Monday. Now I need to find Dutch Super Glue. No doubt it will be spelt something like "Suuper Gluije".
I also had a fly in my wine. Observe below.