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So I hit up taco bell today, and place my standard order for nine dollars worth of americanized mexican goodness. I pull up to the window and give the gentleman my debit card. A few moments later, he replies "sorry bro...it says declined." "I must have fat fingered my PIN on the keypad because I was distracted daydreaming about the upcoming delicousness" I think to myself. I carefully enter my PIN again, and get the same response from the now impatient dude. "What the fu(k" I said. I told him I had no cash, thereby setting the stage for the optimum reply of "ahh...just take it man." But it was not to be. He even repo-ed my Mountain Dew that I had already started sucking down. "So not extreme."
I call the bank on my way home and they tell me that the card was reported lost and canceled and there is no way it could be re-instated. I explained that I've made no such calls to cancel and this is not cool. The woman empathizes and she was trained to do but politely informs me that they'll have to send me a new card which takes 5-7 days. I can withdraw cash tomorrow to last til then, but this does me no good tonight and I haven't eaten yet today. Beat: I'm hungry as hell. Brag: I will soon have a shiny new bank card. Variance: I'm sort of a fat bastard anyway so maybe missing a meal will do me good. |
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place my standard order for nine dollars worth of americanized mexican goodness. [/ QUOTE ] Is that like a weeks shopping? How do you spend nine bucks at taco bell? |
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grande meal nub
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You know I don't speak spanish. [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img]
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[ QUOTE ] place my standard order for nine dollars worth of americanized mexican goodness. [/ QUOTE ] Is that like a weeks shopping? How do you spend nine bucks at taco bell? [/ QUOTE ] 2-3 dollars of it was for my roommate (additional beat) and the rest was for me (see the part about me being a fat bastard) |
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Update...
Being the fata$$ I am, I decided this situation was unacceptable. I contemplated posting an outlandish offer to any SW vegas residents that would bring me some fast food, but then realized that nobody would go for this....after much brainstorming, it dawned on me that a few years back, I was sent these things called "checks" by the bank. Now I haven't used one of these in years, but here's what they look like. ![]() ...now to find a local eatery to accept this archaic promissory note so that I can end this madness once and for all... |
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