So I was at Wal-mart this morning and I used my credit card as always (I just earned $25 best buy gift certificate). However, this fine day, using plastic became a real pain in the ass. Not only does she need to look at the back of my card, presumably to get the card ID number, but she also has to hold on to the card while i sign my nice little name on the receipt, so she can compare the signatures. But wait, she’s not done…after scrutinizing my signature, she says, “Do you have a photo id?” ARGH! Hoping to get some info as to why this is happening, I say, “Oh, I didn’t know you were checking all this these days.” She doesn’t say a word. Bitch. At least tell me it’s a new policy so I don’t leave thinking wearing capri pants with too white of legs throws up some security flags.

And the plastic drama continues at stop 2, the bank. I prefer to walk in to banks, rather than drive through, so I walk in right ahead of this other guy. Had I filled out my deposit slip prior, my time at the bank would have been shortened significantly. Since I had to fill out a slip, the guy got ahead of me in line. Well, guess what he needs to do?

“umm…I have a big problem. I have this debit card, but it’s not mine. I was at the bars Saturday, and I think mine got switched with this guy’s. To be fair, I have used it. I didn’t realize it wasn’t mine until this morning, because they look identical.”

So this moron rambles about how he wants to cancel his account and the lady tries explaining that’s not necessary, because the other guy hasn’t used his card. So after playing a few rounds of Pete & repeat, the owner of the card finally calls back and they start to straighten things out. This took at least 15 min. The other teller finally came out so I didn’t catch how it ended. I didn’t think of much of the extra time, until i walked to my car and remembered I had fricken groceries that needed to stay cold, so I cursed and called myself a dumbass a lot and scurried home.

Moral of the story: check the name on your card at the bar, so you don’t have to be a complete dumbass and more importantly, because if you don’t, the Wal-mart lady sure as hell will.