I COULD SPIT NAILS

I was just that angry yesterday and it’s still lingering today! What made me so angry? Well, I’ll tell ya!

For the first time in a long time, I had a little extra green left over in the bank after paying bills on-line. There were a few things I wanted to buy that normally, I wouldn’t have the extra money to do so such as a couple of new boobslings (who says bra anymore?) and a new top to wear to my grandson’s first concert with New World Youth Orchestra. Nothing fancy mind you; I was at Walmart.

Since it was Sunday at Wally World, it was rather busy but I found a checkout lane that was moving pretty fast until I got to the register, that is.

I thought this was a perfect opportunity to use my debit card since I usually pay cash for groceries because I normally would not have extra in the bank to warrant the use of said card.

I went to pay for my purchases but the damned transaction would not go through. So, we tried to use it as a credit card and twice again, it was rejected. The expiration date was January of next year and I knew I had money in the bank, so what gives? I ended up writing a check for the amount while the line got longer behind me. I was thoroughly pissed and embarrassed to say the least. After my check was accepted and I apologized to the line of people patiently waiting for their turn at the register, I took my purchases and stomped out to my baby hearse.

When I got home, I went through my bank stuff and found a pamphlet that was about six months old that was sent with my monthly statement. It explained some changes that were coming to the bank. Who reads that crap, anyway?

To make a long story shorter, I found (in the small print that takes a magnifying glass to read) that if you didn’t use your debit card on a regular basis, it would be deactivated and a modest charge of $30 would reactivate it. Bullshit! What’s the use in having one, then?

This morning I called the bank only to get a recording that “We’re closed today and will reopen tomorrow”. Of course, it’s Columbus Day! I’d like to think that it’s because they knew I’d be calling and didn’t want the explosion coming from my telephone to knock down the walls of their precious money-grabbing institution!

But hey, tomorrow’s another day and I’m sure I’ll still be spitting enough nails for another phone call and will be doing a little shopping around for another bank to handle my pittance! Meanwhile, they can take my debit card and shove it!