We all know what happened with purse escapade -and if you don’t and want to know, you can read about it here.
By the time the purse was found, where only a toddler could manage to shove the thing, accounts were closed, new accounts opened, new drivers licence obtained, and new credit cards ordered. We found ourselves with no checks (they were on order), no debit card (they were being mailed to us) and no credit cards (also being mailed to us) for the better part of a week. Well, ok, we had a few checks as they give you a few complimentary checks upon opening a new account to tide you over while you order new checks. They got us through the first week fine and we felt we were on top of the world when our credit cards arrived Friday. Then, Saturday, to great choruses of Hallelujah, the debit cards arrived. Now I just needed the pin number which they send seperately. No problem, should arrive Monday.
Saturday I proceeded to activate my credit card and then I took my debit card off it’s paper to put in a safe place until the pin number arrived.
Monday came and so did my pin-number. Estatic and full of glee I went to get my debit card and activate it. It wasn’t there. In fact it wasn’t anywhere on Paul’s desk, my desk or either office. It wasn’t in my purse or in my wallet. Once again a very frustrating search took place. Even more frustrating because we knew it had to be here somewhere. Finally we decided I either put it in a really safe place (never to be found again) or Jacob ran off with it when we weren’t looking (also never to be found again). I didn’t want to call the bank AGAIN so I decided just to tough it out. The checks would hopefully arrive soon. An entire week passed by. The complimentary checks had long since run out, leaving me with no checks and no debit card, only a credit card which I was loathe to use.
Finally the following Monday the checks arrived. I was in business now, at least not feeling so estranged from our bank account anyway.
Tuesday was busy and chaotic. Trying to get ready for an appointmet and for volunteering at the school. I was hopping down the hall trying to pull on my last sock when Emily nonchalantly walks up to me.
“Here, I found this,” she hands me a thin plastic card and walks off.
To my amazement I realize I am holding the lost debit card, activation sticker still in place.
“Wait, where did you find it?” I called quizically.
“Oh,” she replied like it was an every day occurance,”In the bin with all the train pieces.”
I gave whoop, twirled her through the air, and called her my little hero. To Jacob I gave a whoop twirled him through the air and called him my little rapscallion, because no matter what kind of safe place I might have thought of to stick it, I never would have put it there.