Dude, Where’s My Car(d)?

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Okay, admittedly, I’m a little off my game. But this was really stupid.

Erin flew back from her spring break trip to Florida this morning and she’d asked me to come pick her up at the airport. Not a big deal at all. The day was clear, the roads were good, her flight was at a convenient time – she even got in early. So there were no mishaps whatsoever in the hour-and-a-half drive from Sartell down to Twin Cities International in Bloomington.

Corinne drove down, and Molly and Claudia came along with us, since we were going to take the opportunity to stop and get some lunch somewhere fun. We opted for Big Bowl and it was predictably fantastic.

I didn’t notice the stupid part until hours later, back at home, the next time I pulled my wallet out. Yes. I left my check card in the convenient little slot in the handsome black portfolio your waitress hands you when she gives you your bill.

[This is the point in the story where I hang my head in shame.]

First matter of business? Find the number for Big Bowl at the Galleria in Edina and confirm that they actually have the card.

Second matter of business? Um… Well, what IS the second matter of business? The lovely young woman on the phone (who’d obviously experienced this degree of idiocy before), explained that, “If you just come on in with a photo ID, I can give you your card back.”

But I don’t WANT to drive all the way back to Edina.

“Tell you what,” I said (at Corinne’s wise suggestion), “Why don’t you just cut it up and text me a picture of it?”

[Insert long, confused pause.] “I’ve never had anyone ask me to do that before.” [Insert another pause, filled with the near-audible spinning of mental gears.] “Yeah. I guess I could do that.”

So I guess tomorrow I’ll be stopping by Wells Fargo to order a replacement card. But, as of right now, I don’t think I’m going to have to close the account and all that annoying bullshit. And I didn’t have to spend three hours driving back and forth to do it. Fingers crossed.

I’m just glad I left a half-decent tip.

2 thoughts on “Dude, Where’s My Car(d)?

  1. This is why I hold my wallet in my hand until my card is handed back to me. I stood by the counter at a gas station once and waited until cashier finally asked me why I was still standing there. I was holding up the line. I told her that I was waiting for her to hand back both my driver’s license and my Visa. She said she did already. Then she looked down and saw she still had them on the drawer of the cash register. Boy, did she ever apologize! I will bank that the people behind me made sure they got theirs back, too. 🙂

  2. I remember an evening not too long ago when someone left their wallet in an unlocked car in my driveway overnight. How did they discover someone had been in their car pilfering? “I had a Snickers in here and now it’s gone.”

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