First Time My Bank Card Was ‘Compromised’.

Can I get it in under the midnight wire? Only time can tell. Oh, and maybe typing speed.

So, today  was one of those days.  Technology hates me. It’s a thing. I had to go get a new phone. Well, really I didn’t, I had to renew my cell plan, but why not get a new phone, because my old one was dangerously close to breaking. I’m hard on cell phones. So I went there, and the attractive phone saleswoman is showing me all these phones, and really, I’m thinking, “Why do I have to choose? I don’t even know what to look for. So now I have a new phone. It has a camera. And apparently I can listen to MP3s. But I’m never going to. So.

I had the added confusion in that when I went to the bank to get rent, the machine didn’t take my card. It didn’t eat it, but wouldn’t let me have my money. So I called the bank and they told me my card had been ‘compromised’. It made me think of spy movies. A willowy brunette in leather had extracted secret information from it.  She left it for dead in a Moscow gutter. Or maybe it had been caught out in the conservatory at Lady Haversham’s Yule Ball, its lacy shoulder straps at its elbows. Marriage was the only way to avoid scandal!

Whatever the case, it necessitated a trip to my home branch to change my PIN, thereby missing Latin Funk class, the whole reason I was walking around in sneakers, which I never do, because I am worried that someone will think I am a soccer mom.  So I schlepped in the misty rain (Great for my hair! And with the sneakers? Such a fashion plate!)up to the bank and then stammered like a yokel at the patient bank teller. But now it’s fixed,  and I have a new PIN I hope I will remember.

So I went home and began to pry the keys off my computer, as I had spilled tea in it. Arwen and John assured me that I could fix it with rubbing alcohol and Q-tips, so I tried. The space bar is still wonky, but I think the others are working well. It was a little gross to see what was under the keys, though.

And, lo, tomorrow is the last day of November.

3 Comments to “First Time My Bank Card Was ‘Compromised’.”

  1. By cheesefairy, November 30, 2008 @ 8:25 am

    just think: now that you have a camera in your phone you can take pictures like a SPY and your bank card will never be compromised again!

    happy last day of november to you.

  2. By Beth, November 30, 2008 @ 9:03 am

    I wash the keys on my keyboard about every six months. About as often as I clean my oven. Maybe I have particularly dirty fingers or maybe it’s cause I eat when at the computer.
    It is harder to get the keys with the little metal bars back on, like the shift and especially the space bar. What I love best is doing one side, putting them all back clean and shiny and comparing it to the grungy side.
    This kind of fun did not just come to me as I became older. I have always enjoyed stuff like this.
    I bet that damsels of old would have preferred to deal with being compromised by changing their code word. Better than a forced marriage.
    Pertinent captcha for the subject of the bank card: realize crook

  3. By Liz, November 30, 2008 @ 11:40 am

    Thank you, Cheesefairy. And to you!

    Beth, I might have to get help for the wonky space bar. However, I did find the cleaning process remarkably satisfying.

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