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The stolen wallet process of canceling the stolen credit cards and replacing them with new safe ones entered a comedic phase today. Today my replacement card from my credit card company arrived via UPS. Yay! But it didn't work. Boo!
Why not? Get this: Because instead of sending me a card with a new number, they sent me just another card with the same number as the stolen card, now canceled. Ummmmmm DUH! I laughed out loud on the phone at the credit card representative when I talked to them. I couldn't help it. They're sending me one with a DIFFERENT credit card number by UPS tomorrow.
So I'm managing to laugh at this whole process. Bought a new wallet with a CHAIN on it, though.
I use a pay as you go phone plan and used up a lot of its minutes calling to cancel credit cards and stuff after my wallet was stolen. So I bought a new phone card with 300 more phone minutes today. The pin number on the card didn't work, so I called the phone card representative, too. The first representative I spoke to couldn't fix it, so she connected me to the second one. She couldn't either.
Swear to God, in the technologically most advanced sole superpower of the world, both the credit card and the phone card people were inept on the same day. So after the second representative of the phone card company said she just couldn't fix it, I hung up and fixed it myself. Caramba.
Believe it or not, though, my visit to the DMV to get a new driver's license to replace the stolen one went fine. Go figure.
I insist on laughing instead of crying. This is all just too estupido not to enjoy a good laugh, mis amigos. Plus, I can't let the stress build and trigger my PTSD into some foaming at the mouth episode, you know? Better just to laugh! Ay Ay Ay!
Why not? Get this: Because instead of sending me a card with a new number, they sent me just another card with the same number as the stolen card, now canceled. Ummmmmm DUH! I laughed out loud on the phone at the credit card representative when I talked to them. I couldn't help it. They're sending me one with a DIFFERENT credit card number by UPS tomorrow.
So I'm managing to laugh at this whole process. Bought a new wallet with a CHAIN on it, though.
I use a pay as you go phone plan and used up a lot of its minutes calling to cancel credit cards and stuff after my wallet was stolen. So I bought a new phone card with 300 more phone minutes today. The pin number on the card didn't work, so I called the phone card representative, too. The first representative I spoke to couldn't fix it, so she connected me to the second one. She couldn't either.
Swear to God, in the technologically most advanced sole superpower of the world, both the credit card and the phone card people were inept on the same day. So after the second representative of the phone card company said she just couldn't fix it, I hung up and fixed it myself. Caramba.
Believe it or not, though, my visit to the DMV to get a new driver's license to replace the stolen one went fine. Go figure.
I insist on laughing instead of crying. This is all just too estupido not to enjoy a good laugh, mis amigos. Plus, I can't let the stress build and trigger my PTSD into some foaming at the mouth episode, you know? Better just to laugh! Ay Ay Ay!
Gentle purrs, and good for you for finding the funny!
Life is absurd.... That's not always a bad thing...and like you say, laughter beats most alternatives.