It was at a mini-bank here that I parted with my card. |
Today I got some money out of a machine. It was an ATM! And that's the best part too. Because what happened next was something that I didn't realize for another hour. And that was: Ah $#*!. I left my debit card in the machine.
So I ran back to the grocery store (the ATM's home) and into the mini-bank (the ATM's bedroom). There was a person using the ATM so clearly my card had abdicated it: $#*!. Then I waited in line at the mini-bank to ask the teller if she had seen or recieved a lost debit card. The wait started very patiently. Then, slowly, just as slowly as the teller and her customer were jarring on, I lost and lost my patience. I may have tapped my foot. Finally their slow (lento, in Spanish) exchange ended and I was next. I feigned patience again and asked if she had seen or recieved a debit card, I had lost one.
She told me "those aren't our machines," which did not answer my question. I explained myself a little differently and she assured me that the machines were not the bank's. Having waited a long time to hear this information she closed by telling me "you have to call your bank." Knowing this previously, I left.
Thank you, helpful teller.
Next, things stopped getting interesting as I contacted Tricia and my dad and had them block my card (they were much more helpful than the teller we've been getting to know). I also transferred most of the money out of my checking account just to be safe.
For some reason I was just reminded of Great Expectations. Benefactor anyone?
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