.......if I'm going to be this STUPID!!!! Seriously this is worthy only of the extreme stupidity of pregnancy brain.
Wednesday night I go to get my hair done. I'm all finished and walk up to the front to pay and I go in my wallet to pull out my debit card and it's not there! I'm freaking out internally thinking what the hell am I going to do? I have no cash on me and no way to get any. I have checks but not sure if they'll take them. Luckily however I know my debit card number off by heart (this comes from lots of practice while Internet shopping much to the dismay of my husband) and they were able to plug it in that way.
In the meantime I'm racking my brains trying to figure out what the hell I did with my debit card! I always put it right back in the same spot in my wallet when I pay for something.
So I'm thinking to myself the last time I used it was at Target on Sunday night when I got diapers, wipes, and a few other items. Target has one of those card machines that you actually have to insert your card into rather than swipe it through. I've convinced myself that I must have left it in the machine while checking out.
I was wandering past the check-out aisles actually looking for somewhere to leave my cart so I could run to the bathroom. I had to go pretty bad. Something about all that red at Target must make my intestines go crazy because any time I go to Target, inevitably I have to use the facilities. But a helpful employee mistook my frantic searching for a need for an empty lane and pulled my buggy in and opened up a register. So I decided to just hold it and finish up.
As I farted my way through the transaction, I was certain I was gassing the poor girl so decided my best course of action was to run for it as soon as she handed me the receipt. Of course in my dive for the rest room I had to have left my debit card sitting in the machine. Because I probably couldn't hear its insistent beeping over the sound of my own gas.
Target is on my way home from the hairdresser's so I decide to stop there to find out if they found my card. They have no record of finding a card that night nor were any turned in. And thankfully the girl that checked me out that night wasn't there. She's probably home recovering from methane poisoning.
I go home and call the 1-800 number for my bank to cancel the card. The customer service rep was very kind and helpful. He even went over the last 2 transactions made on the card to be sure nobody had stolen it and used it. The last two transactions being of course, the charge that evening at Shear Talent and a charge on Monday at Chick-Fil-A. Both transactions were OK'd by me as I remembered making them.
Chick-Fil-A? Now why was I at Chick-Fil-A on Monday? Oh that's right. I took the kids through the drive-thru to get lunch after we went to the doctor's and right before we picked up their prescriptions at Walgreen's......
.............where I used my debit card to pay for the prescriptions. And they put said debit card in an envelope and stapled it to the prescription bags.
The same bags that I threw in the garbage right after I emptied them.
Excuse me a moment. I'll be right back after I'm done banging my hollow head on this wall over here.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
2 years ago