Is it like rain on your wedding day?
I’m always a day late and a dollar short, or in this case, almost $300 short as someone in California filled up his/her (and a few other) gas guzzlers at various gas stations around the state. People suck. Like really, really suck.
The monkey and I bought our house at the HEIGHT of a seller’s market. But nobody smart BUYs a house at the top of a SELLER’S market. Oh, I know. And so does the bank we had to give it back to after the monkey left. Actually he gave it back when I miraculously found another place to live and he moved in with his gal Felony Melanie until the bank took it back.
Anyway, a day late and a dollar short. I can’t figure out how to make enough money with my embroidery, my blog, my YouTube, my job, my other job. And now, I have to go to my credit union and wait 10 days to get almost $300 back.
Now, I know no one tooling around California with stolen gas cares that I am a single mom whose entire life is a literal money pit, but I just wish once they would feel what it was like standing at the self-check at Sam’s Club trying to buy cat litter, cat food, and milk and having my card decline because some jackass stole all the money that was in there. And at the Sam’s Club self-check, you can only buy with a debit card or a Discover Card, so that walk of shame leaving my cart was humiliating. I could have gone to another lane and waited behind 15 people, but I never have any cash or my checkbook and Sam’s doesn’t take the other variety of credit cards that have just enough for cat litter, cat food, and two milks.
Just tonight, Sunshine was talking about how we as humans have the ability to hurt other people and most of us just don’t. We have the ability to just run red lights but we’re raised with a sense of morality and legality that stops (most of) us from doing it. She was feeling very philosophical, maybe it’s going around. But now I’m just feeling mad and sad about humanity and decency, and who are these people? There’s an actual person on the other side of that number you’re using to steal gas who works hard and still struggles and it would be like stealing it directly out of my hand. That was the water bill and the electric bill and cable/internet.
And listen, if this story sounds familiar, you are a follower because last year someone tried to buy two train tickets in Paris and only one of them went through. And while I was thankful for my very small overdraft protection, it would have been nice for the bank to see that there was no way I was at Chick-fil-A one night and Paris the next. A quick look at my bank history will tell you I’m not nearly that exciting.
And I’ve always said….in fact, I just said it Sunday night while getting my mullet cut off that the person who steals my identity will be very disappointed with my terrible credit and lack of funds in any of my one account. Then when I tried to use my debit card it didn’t work because Visa had already shut it down. Is that irony? I’ll have to ask Alanis Morissette.