As I seem to recall, you and plastic and ATMs don't always see eye-to-eye.
Wasn't it one in Tacoma Park (or maybe Silver Springs) that thought your
card was yummy enough to eat?  It didn't seem to understand when you spoke
to it then, either.

- Pam

----- Original Message -----
From: "Gabriel Orgrease" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, December 24, 2004 04:50
Subject: Re: [BP] seeks its own level



 My big adventure for the week was to get mixed up with the plastic in my
wallet and to think my bank card was a temporary for another account --
color coded the wrong color (which adds emphasis to the need for color coded
funnels) -- and to cut it into shreds, as I was instructed to do by an
associate, not a half hour before I went to the bank to deposit a check into
the same account. The bank was nice to give me another truly temporary card
but I felt kind of stupid standing there with my old card taped together and
having to explain why it no longer worked in their machine. It was a day I
was really beginning to think I should not have started.

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