Uh oh. I lost my ATM card today.
I think the shopping gods are trying to tell me something. Oh yeah, I got it now: “Buy it on-line.”
Fortunately (or not, depending upon your view of my bank balance), after giving out my name, rank, social security number, first four letters of my mother’s maiden name, astrological sign, and all rights to the TV serialization of my first book, my faux-friendly “we-appreciate-your-time-thank-you-for-continuing-to-hold” financial institution (that would be bank to you and me) agreed to pop a replacement card in the mail.
Now let’s hope I get to the mailbox before my fellow accountholder (who, for the record, is enjoying this unscheduled banking holiday way too much).