Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Wrong line.
I am one of those people the you never want to follow....in the store...in the car...at the bank...anywhere. I always pick the wrong line. No matter what I am doing or where I am going, I will choose the wrong line. It may look like it's shorter or moving faster, but it won't once I am in that line. The machines, stop lights, whatever runs that line - will automatically start slowing or even shutting down. The lights will stay red longer, the car in front of me will move just slow enough that no other cars can get through. The person in front of me in line will have coupons or double coupons, something that they remember to pull out at the last minute. After their total has been rung up, so they have to start all over.
Don't get in line behind me at the store. I will be the person that grabbed the item without a code or price on it. There may have been dozens on the shelf with stickers, but I will inevitably grab The One without a sticker.
At the bank yesterday, while doing the ATM - it ate my card. This made the machine inaccessible for others in line behind me. Oh, yeah. I was real popular there.
Then I had to go inside & verify it is actually me that put my card in the machine.
Of course, they ask me to verify my Social # and of course they had it one digit off. There goes another 20 minutes of me explaining to them that they screwed up on their data entry.
After all that, I left my card at the bank.
I'll have to go back today - or maybe they can mail it to me. I'm sure my neighbor will give me my mail when the bank enters the wrong address. I'm sure of it.
Don't get in line behind me at the store. I will be the person that grabbed the item without a code or price on it. There may have been dozens on the shelf with stickers, but I will inevitably grab The One without a sticker.
At the bank yesterday, while doing the ATM - it ate my card. This made the machine inaccessible for others in line behind me. Oh, yeah. I was real popular there.
Then I had to go inside & verify it is actually me that put my card in the machine.
Of course, they ask me to verify my Social # and of course they had it one digit off. There goes another 20 minutes of me explaining to them that they screwed up on their data entry.
After all that, I left my card at the bank.
I'll have to go back today - or maybe they can mail it to me. I'm sure my neighbor will give me my mail when the bank enters the wrong address. I'm sure of it.
