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.