Let me just tell you about Tuesday's adventures, which spread into today. Yesterday, I knew I had to deposit a check into the bank or I'd never been able to buy gas again. Since the "low gas" light had been on for about 2 days, getting the petrol was becoming a necessity. So I actually left early enough to go to the bank before work and not be late for once. (That was a sacrifice - I love playing on the computer in the morning.)
So I go to the local ATM, and it cannot seem to figure out how to dispense an envelope for my check. This means I have to go to the next one, not too far away, but as I mentioned, fuel was becoming an issue. I get there, and glory be! There's envelopes. I fill it out, insert my card, do all I need to, and the damn machine will not eat my envelope. I tried like 8 times to no avail. Then, to add insult to extreme poverty, the machine took my card!
(Aside: I live my life like that commercial where everyone uses their card, and the dorkbutt who uses cash slows everything up. Yeah, I said slow up, whatcha gonna do about it?)
So it's not about 8:50, I need to be to work by 9, I doubt I'm going to make it, and now I have to wait until the bank opens. So I decide, in my infinite wisdom, to go get gas during the lag time. Problem is, the closest gas station is about 17 cents higher than the one I patronize. I know I'm going to have to suck it up, because pushing my car in 90 degrees (1002 if you count the humidity) is not a viable option in work clothes. Or any clothes, really.
So my car pants in, cranky and dusty for its lack of power. So, there goes the $50 I got. I gave the nice lady a $50 bill, and got $8 back for my trouble. (I blame the bar for gas prices, too. Evil!)
I go back to the bank, deposit the check, and make the teller laugh with my tale of woe.
And today the nice bank people returned my darling, dear, gorgeous debit card. I am back to spend another day.
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