Whenever It’s Time to Pay at the Grocery Store, My Husband Pretends.

Every time Jason and I go grocery shopping, his phone magically rings at checkout.

“Oh babe, I gotta take this,” he says, vanishing — and leaving me to pay. It happened

so often, I knew it wasn’t coincidence. It was a pattern. Last week, after another $347 bill,

I’d had enough. So I made a plan. The night before our next trip, I changed my contact name

in Jason’s phone to “Bank Fraud Department” and set up a fake call using a recorded message.

When the time came and his phone rang at checkout,

he did his usual “I gotta take this”—until he saw who was calling. Panic. Confusion.

And then, pure humiliation as my voice played through his phone:“Hello, Jason.

We’ve detected suspicious behavior — pretending to get a call every time it’s your turn to pay.” The cashier,

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