|The Age of Plastic
||[Jul. 29th, 2002|01:34 pm]
|||||Reality - Asia - Archiva : 1||]|
Last week, I lost my ATM card (I think I left it at the gas station, but they didn't find it...). As soon as I realized this, I called my bank, so they could make that card invalid and send me a new one. Unfortunately, it still hasn't arrived yet. If it hasn't arrived by the time I get home today, I get to call and bitch out my bank.
Let me tell you, if you haven't gone a stretch of time with no bank card, it's quite interesting. I can just remember the first Versateller being put into the Bank of America that my mom worked at in Huntington Beach. So, of course, ever since I've had my own bank account, I've had an ATM card. And since it became an ATM check card, I've gotten used to paying for pretty much everything but fast food and the rent check with it. Don't have cash on you? Just stop at an ATM anywhere, no problem...Suddenly, that's a problem. I had to write a check to Josh for the Weird Al tickets the other day, and right now I'm on my last drops of gas because I couldn't get anymore cash until today, when I was able to actually go inside a bank.
I'm really looking forward to getting that replacement card...