Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Third Person Thursday.
Photo By Michael Wood
As she went to get her gas card to fill up the tank, she realized that her debit card was missing. She wracked her brain...where did she last use it?
Container Store! The receipt was still in her wallet so she called the number as the guy filled up the tank, and there was no trace of it at the store. Dang.
She kept thinking and then realized that she had used it in the muni meter in Manhattan for $1.00. She knows it seems lames, but she is ALWAYS short on quarters, so whenever she can, she uses the debit card in those dumb things. She must not have retrieved it. Oh great....her debit card, lost in Manhattan.
She double checked the pockets of her coat and looked through her wallet...nope...gone.
She called her DH at work: "PLEASE call the bank and cancel my debit card, it's who-knows-where....and check to see if there were any charges after Container Store and the muni meter please." (Ok, so she probably didn't say please once, let alone twice). She imagined the crazy dude she saw circle the block 3 times while she waited for her daughter to get out of school, finding it and buying crazy crap...."OH! My lucky day!" the crazy dude would cackle when he found it.
This is like her 37th replacement card...Exagerrating.
She got home and hung up her coat and sighed. She put her hands in her pants pocket and pulled out her debit card.