Anne had a very quiet day today. She's been looking forward to having a nice, relaxed, nothing-special-to-do day and she sure enjoyed it!
The one thing that she did was go to the credit union. Let me start at the begining on this one:
The weekend before last, if you remember, we went out to lunch and had some Mexican food. For some reason I pulled out my ATM card for the joint account. Realizing my mistake I quickly stuffed it back in and gave the cashier the joint Visa.
Fast-forward to Sunday afternoon when, for some reason, I discovered an ATM card in the front slot of my wallet. Figuring that I was still carrying the old one for some reason (because it was in the correct position for that card) I diligently took the scissors to it and put the pieces in various trash cans around the house.
Punch the fast-forward button once more to last Friday at work, where I'm desperately looking for the joint ATM card. I call Anne and ask if I'd given it to her with the receipt from the other night and, after searching her purse, she informs me that I didn't. I check the car after work, but it's dark and I don't see it. So, I figure I'll have better luck in the morning.
Saturday morning a more thorough search fails to turn up the card. Now we're both panicked because these days the Visa logo on your ATM card is as good as a credit card and, if use judiciously, you can use it many places in those counter-mounted self-swipe machines without being asked for ID!
Then, yesterday I called Anne from work and told her "I found the card (in a manner of speaking)!" Which, at first puzzled her. But then, after I explained, we were both relieved and laughed at my version of "chemo brain."
So, today she got to tell the story to a manager at the credit union and they got a kick out of it, also! But, in the end Anne got another card on its way and all is well that ends well. Hahaha... (embarrassed, though I am)
Bless you & yours and hold them tight lest you lose them,
Don and Anne
The one thing that she did was go to the credit union. Let me start at the begining on this one:
The weekend before last, if you remember, we went out to lunch and had some Mexican food. For some reason I pulled out my ATM card for the joint account. Realizing my mistake I quickly stuffed it back in and gave the cashier the joint Visa.
Fast-forward to Sunday afternoon when, for some reason, I discovered an ATM card in the front slot of my wallet. Figuring that I was still carrying the old one for some reason (because it was in the correct position for that card) I diligently took the scissors to it and put the pieces in various trash cans around the house.
Punch the fast-forward button once more to last Friday at work, where I'm desperately looking for the joint ATM card. I call Anne and ask if I'd given it to her with the receipt from the other night and, after searching her purse, she informs me that I didn't. I check the car after work, but it's dark and I don't see it. So, I figure I'll have better luck in the morning.
Saturday morning a more thorough search fails to turn up the card. Now we're both panicked because these days the Visa logo on your ATM card is as good as a credit card and, if use judiciously, you can use it many places in those counter-mounted self-swipe machines without being asked for ID!
Then, yesterday I called Anne from work and told her "I found the card (in a manner of speaking)!" Which, at first puzzled her. But then, after I explained, we were both relieved and laughed at my version of "chemo brain."
So, today she got to tell the story to a manager at the credit union and they got a kick out of it, also! But, in the end Anne got another card on its way and all is well that ends well. Hahaha... (embarrassed, though I am)
Bless you & yours and hold them tight lest you lose them,
Don and Anne
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Love is the music of life;
Compassion is its melody.
- Don Peer ( o)==#
Love is the music of life;
Compassion is its melody.
- Don Peer ( o)==#
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