Tonight I locked my laptop into my FlexCar, had to call them to remote unlock it, with my new iPhone battery almost dead (’cause I’d been showing it off all day).
I waited on hold for 5 minutes in the pouring rain and finally got through… and they were able to unlock the car and I was on my way.
On the way home I stopped at the grocery store… and discovered that I had left my debit cart in the ATM two hours previously. A busy, downtown ATM on the old bus mall. I couldn’t call the bank right away because the iPhone was nearly dead. I had to rush home to charge the phone. And while I rushed, I kept trying to a) calm myself the fuck down so I could drive safely, and b) kept imagining all the various ways I could get fucked over if someone had been using my debit card for the past 2+ hours.
I was able to get through to the bank. They canceled the card, and issued me a new one. I can go to any branch tomorrow and get a temporary card to use until the replacement arrives. No suspicious charges were showing online.
All is well. All will be well.
…so why do I still feel like a marked man? I’m still shaken from the Thanksgiving accident…
Fuck it. I’m still going out tonight.