Go to the mall to swipe your card, but you're recognized as a mistress

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I flew back from abroad, planning a surprise for my husband, Ryan Sterling.

As I used my black card to retrieve a piece of jewelry, the sales associate, who had been overly enthusiastic moments before, suddenly stiffened.

“Is this *your* black card?”

I frowned, confused and irritated by her sudden change in attitude.

What concern was that of a sales associate like her, whether it was my black card or not?

Even though the primary card was with my husband, using a supplementary card shouldn’t warrant such blatant contempt from a clerk.