My journey to-and-from FoxCT has moved to the reliable pattern stage. I know where stuff is! When the gas gauge light came on while driving home I pulled off I91 and onto Silas Dean Highway. There’s Bluetooth in the Subaru Forester I’m driving, so my friend Harvey heard, “S**t,” as I opened my wallet and noticed what was missing, my credit card!
Helaine does most of the spending in our family. I pull out the card once or twice a week. As best I could remember I’d pulled the card out, but hadn’t used it, last Thursday at Subway.
I got home, wrote the note you see attached to this blog post, and started to think about the loss of a credit card.
We’ve already changed our credit card number once this year due to suspicious activity. It’s a royal pain even though Helaine now has a list of those who automatically charges our account.
When I briefly woke up earlier this morning I told Helaine. She reminded me it was actually Saturday when I last used the card across from the movie theater in New Haven.
A few minutes later she was on the line to the Atlas Diner.
“I wasn’t here then, but I think someone said someone had left something.”
Then the voice on the other end asked Helaine what kind of card and whose name was on it.
My Southwest Airlines Visa is back home now no worse for wear. It was cold and lonely and forced to spend the night in a dark cash register. Pain in the butt avoided!
“Maybe you should play the lottery today,” Helaine added.
I was pretty lucky.