I have PINs for each of my three bank accounts. I have a code to get my voicemail at work, and another code to place calls. I have a phone code for my cell phone. I have a number to get into the locker room at my volunteer job and one to get to the rest room at the office. I have a combination bike lock. Every time I get a new code, I think: this is too many. Someday these numbers are going to be gone from my memory. I'm overloaded.
Well, today was that day. I pulled up to the ATM, put in my card, and as soon as I poised my index finger over the keypad, I said "Shit."
I blanked. No clue what my number is. If you'd had a gun to my head, I wouldn't have been able to come up with any of the codes.
Luckily the bank was still open, so I went in. The teller said "No problem...what is your account number?"
Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
Yeah. Well.
She looked it up by my name.
Posted by Nic at March 26, 2005 02:33 PM