Something is coming, you guys. Something awful is going to happen to me. I know it.
Lately I have been testing fate in a whole lot of ways: A few weeks ago I left my iphone in the cup holder of my car while I took the the kids to the playground. Last month I put my purse down on the floor of a museum and just walked away from it. I lost my license a couple of weeks ago. I lose my sunglasses, wallet, and keys every damn day.
I am an accident waiting to happen.
But in case all of this sounds like normal frazzled mom stuff to you, let me tell you what I did the other day at the dry cleaners.
The gal behind the counter gave me my dry cleaning, and we chatted a little bit about the weather while I swiped my debit card. Then she said, “And your pin?”
I said, “1, 2….”
And then I stopped.
Look out dummies, I’m gonna getcha! Image via 123rf.com
Something inside me said, “Wait a second…I feel like we are about to make a mistake here. Isn’t our pin number supposed to be, like, super secret?”
I stood there for a moment, wrestling with the question of whether or not to share my pin number with the woman who does my dry cleaning. I felt like those four digits were an integral part of these kinds of transactions. Hadn’t I used it in the past? Sure I had! So why did this feel wrong? She seemed trustworthy enough. Besides, I do need to take Mike’s suit home with me. What to do?
Seeing that the transaction had come to an indefinite halt, the dry cleaner pointed at the key pad in front of me and said, ”No no! In the machine!”
Oh yeeeeeeeeah! THAT’S how you do this!
I laughed and said, “Ha! Right! Sorry. I’m a little off today.”
She smiled and said, “That’s ok. Are those your car keys? Can I have your car? AH HA HA HA HA.”
Oh, how we laughed.
PS — Kids? I am really sorry for the inevitable day that I give your inheritance to that guy on the phone who told me he’d water my lawn every week and would pay himself if I gave him my bank account number.
He was so polite. And Mommy hates a dry lawn.
March 12, 2013 at 7:18 am
I think about transaction like that all the time. Then I think about all the waiters & waitresses that walk off with my card…they have the number, exp date, & 3 digit security code on the back. They could use my card online anywhere. And if they did it on small enough increments, I would never notice because I hardly read my statement. Bad consumer.
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March 12, 2013 at 7:40 am
My identity was stolen while I was pregnant… I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A BANK ACCOUNT. I was 19, living with my boyfriend and we just used his, why have two? Someone, living in the same state as me was apparently using my name and social to turn the lights on in thier house, and then didn’t pay the bill. I didn’t have a bank, the only places that my social had been given to were my job and my Drs. One office was located halfway between the address and mine. So I think it was a receptionist.
My younger sisters Identity was used later that same year for the same thing in a neighboring town. She was 17 at the time. Cementing the receptionist idea, since we had the same GP and different jobs. Soooo… I mean… it just happens because other people are assholes.
March 12, 2013 at 7:18 pm
While pregnant with no bank account?!! SHAME!!
Sometime I’ll have to write about the time three teenagers stole my wallet.
I hate people.
Not you.
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March 13, 2013 at 2:52 am
Hah, these days…Maybe it wasn’t so dreadful when it comes to consequences but once I knocked on the door to my room, while being inside my room. I was 100% sure it is the bathroom door. #sowhat.