Proof that I am an airhead....

Wednesday was Administrative Assistant's Day. Since my boss has been in and out of the office for the last few months, I took it upon myself on Tuesday to email the staff and ask what we would like to do for our assistant. We took our tasks and it was my responsibility to pick up a card for all of us to sign. Good enough!

After work, I headed over to Target to pick up some items and the card. I couldn't find my ATM card anywhere, I had no cash and had left my credit cards at home (an attempt to curtail my spending which now, given my current situation, supports my original belief that a girl and her credit card should never be parted...). I then remembered that I had left my ATM card in the pocket of my jeans on Sunday. I also remembered that I had washed AND dried said jeans on Monday. Oh great! So, I left Target empty-handed and went to work out. After I got home I headed to the bedroom and that pile of clothing that I had just washed. There, still in the pocket, was my ATM card....curled up and slightly burnt (I dry my jeans on high heat) on the edges. It reminded me of a Shrinky Dink. The spender in me was thinking, "Nah, it's still good...maybe I can heat it again and flatten it out" After coming up with a half dozen ways to "McGuyver" my card, I opted to just order a new one.

I now had the task of dialing the dreaded 1-800 number to cancel the card and order a new one. After I had pressed a MILLION numbers into the phone, I finally got a live person. I explained that I had washed and dried my card and it was now out of commission; I needed a new one.

"You washed and dried your card? Why?"

Was he serious? Did he think I did this intentionally? I wanted to respond, "I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Do you know what kind of bacteria is on that card?"

However, my banking future was in his hands. I opted to be kind. I instead responded with, "I'm an airhead and I left the card in the pocket of my jeans." He laughed (mockingly, in my opinion). What a pleasure to know that I am providing entertainment...most likely to the entire Wells Fargo Call Center..

After going through the standard question and answer tango, he then tells me that he has cancelled my card and directs me to destroy it. Wasn't that the whole point of this call? I had already destroyed it. "Yeah, let me take care of that buddy. Buh-bye now!"

And here is the latest in Wells Fargo Shrinky Dinks.....