My Grumbling Experience
It was a long two days. At 7am on Wednesday morning Emily and I rushed to the hospital to admit her for the delivery of our baby. It was a long 12 and half hour labour and after a lot of pain (all of which she went through) we had our gorgeous little Lana. A day later when they wanted to discharge us we had all the paperwork done and all the sign offs from the doctors that were needed. I went to make the payment and was really eager to get home and back to our son as well. That’s when it happened! The first ICICI card I gave didn’t work. So I gave a second one and that didn’t work either. I was getting quite exasperated by now and as a last effort I gave Emily’s UK card, and that was rejected as well. They tried a few other machines and nothing seemed to work. I was so annoyed and found out where the nearest ATM was and proceeded to drive there. All the while in my mind I will admit I was grumbling to God… something about a last hurdle before finally heading home. When I rea...