I just got back from the bank. I was depositing my check in the ATM when the whole screen started freaking out and rebooted on me. I watched the whole program reload — and waited — and waited – but my card never came back out. I was half hoping that cash would start flying out so fast that I’d have Andrew Jackson permanantly tatooed on my forehead….
I just saw the Honda commercial with Ween’s Oceanman playing in the background. Dats crazy.
Anyhow — I have to go back to the bank tomorrow to get my card — hopefully they’ll be open early – cuz I gotta be at the job at 8 a.m.
Radiohead on letterman tonight…mmmmmmm…
* – 10/18 6:08 p.m. – apparently I’ll have to wait a few days for the mail — The ATM, for some odd reason – isn’t kept up by the branch…How will I spend money lavishly without my plastic swipey-swipe?
Have you heard the legends of the ATM’s and our pa’s? Apparently, some years ago, when the earth wasn’t quite cool and ATM’s were brand new, my dad had trouble with his card. He tried the wrong code 3 x and it ate it – never to be seen again. Family folklore has it that your dad didn’t believe it, so he tried it his ownself. You’re never going to believe this, but that ATM ate his card up, too. Hope your card fares better and that history is not repeating itself
(Uncle Pat, is this story true?)
a dinosaur ate my card and the atm too!