I walked into my local record store a few days ago and while checking out, my debit card transaction was denied. (I truly hate it when that happens!!!) The result of a cashiers check drawn earlier in the day from the bank, which was taken from the wrong account suddenly leaving my checking account in the red for a good chunk of the amount of a large purchase. The record shop owner told me to go ahead and take the Pink Floyd rarities disc home ..... that she'd see me again. Or maybe she knows just how guilty I can feel about such things.
Anyway, It's sure nice to know that I have a repuatation where I can be trusted to make good on debts.
Damn bank teller!! It's what I've been saying lately, that people don't listen. As I was walking away, I thought it odd that I wasn't given a receipt with adjusted balances for both accounts. But since I made the fear inspiring switch to direct payroll deposit, I've forgotten about the procedures and processes of a bank. Hell there wasn't even anyone in there that knew my face and name anymore. I used to be able to "bank" on recognition by several people.
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