So I am never one to make waves…I am a peace keeper…I never send food back even if it’s not even remotely what I ordered and I would be the one who gets ignored at Starbucks because I don’t want to interrupt the barista and the cashier talking about the previous nights escapades…

I HATE confrontation…I am a stuffer…I would rather pretend like problems don’t exist or just eat my feelings rather than face the real issue. (there’s nothing white bread and pasta can’t heal:) It’s not healthy and I don’t suggest it because when you can’t stuff or eat anymore a rare- but HORRIBLE - explosion occurs and is directed at whatever poor, unsuspecting soul is closest at the time. 

So there has been like two weeks of drama going on with my bank...WELLS FARGO(that will be important later on in the story)… I lost my debit card months ago (I do it all of the time…usually along with my drivers license and my phone) anyway a normal person would have just ordered a new card but since I avoid talking on the phone like the plague, I asked the lady at the bank of she would order it for me. In the spirit of great customer service she told me “NO I had to call their 800 number.” So of course I didn’t…I still haven’t in fact…I, instead decided to start using my credit card and just transfer funds over (none of tis makes sense but it’s just how I function) So…because I hadn’t been using the credit card, and then started using it for everything, the bank put a security hold on it … after 15 minutes on the phone (mind you my kids were screaming and crawling up my leg the entire time) the lady said her computer wasn’t working and I would have to call back!!! Ahhhhh (I promise I’m getting to the point here…stay with me)

Anyway, I went back through the bank drive thru pleading with the teller to order my debit card and to remove the security lock. Of course she couldn’t and I drove away seething…ready to erupt. I dialed the 800 number for the bank with passion…someone was going to get a piece of my mind and I didn’t care who…

The guy who answered told me that my card had been CANCELLED and he couldn’t see why, and he added the extra bonus of NOT being able to order my debit card….and then it happened… I exploded….In my defense I did preface the sobbing curses with “I understand that it’s not you’re fault but...” blah blah blah … It was really an out of body experience and I don’t even remember exactly what was said/yelled. I do remember wrapping the whole thing up with a nice big F-bomb though. Before you judge you have to realize that I NEVER do this…I was a crazy woman and what happened next is why it NEVER pays to be NASTY…NEVER…EVER… After I apologized again the guy gave me the 800 number to get my debit card…he asked if there was anything else he could help me with…I said NO (rolling my eyes)…and he said alright then, Thank You for calling CHASE. Click. CHASE???? uhhh chase?? hmmm must have called the wrong bank some how…oops