Bad luck? Bad karma?
Whatever it is, I think I’m getting more than my share.
Big day today. Felt good enough to finally tackle a grocery shopping on my own.
Should have stayed home.
Stopped for cash in the entranceway to the store.
The freakin’ ABM machine ate my debit card. Totally swallowed it. As the man on the Help Line said, “It’s in the vault. Don’t worry. No one can get it.”
Small comfort. No one includes me.
On the plus side, I got some cash. And the receipt. Immediately following that normal course of events, the machine registered “Temporarily Out Of Order.”
Wait! Nooo! My card is still in there!
Panic. Mini-anxiety attack. I’ve got to be one of the few people in the world without a cell phone. Do I stay and guard the machine in case it spits out my card? Or do I enter the store and phone the bloody hell 1-800 number shown on the machine?
I chose the latter. Waiting for my card to spew out did not seem like a take charge kind of thing to do. Plus, I looked like an idiot just standing there staring at an Out of Order machine.
(“Help” guy.) “Are you near the machine?”
“No, I’m in the store.”
“Can you see the machine?”
“Uh, no. I said I wasn’t near it.”
“Well, I’m going to reboot it. (That dreaded word – “reboot.”) Go back to the machine and see what happens.”
“Will my card come out?”
Trudged back to the machine. Watched as it rebooted. Microsoft Windows NT appeared on the screen. My heart sank. My card was as good as dead.
Yup, no card. The next phone call was the one where the guy informed me my card was safely in the vault. Never to be in my hands again.
Did the grocery shopping - although I debated going home. I’d already used up about 20 minutes of my “feeling good” time.
Came home and phoned my bank. Must now go the nearest branch of the bank and get a new debit card.
I’m conserving my energy for this next outing. Who knows what the hell might happen? I'm going tomorrow.
Not so keen on the unexpected these days.