At Maker Faire on Sunday, I stumbled upon this beautiful lavender slip. Handmade. With dark green stitching and two silkscreened purple balloons. It had a piece of fake fur with an iridescent button on the front. Small lace fabric decorated the bottom of the slip.
I had to have it.
But then I realized that both Chris and I had only $53 and the dress was $63. She only accepted cash or check. And the fair was going to end in less than 10 minutes.
We rushed to a nearby ATM. I put in my Wamu card. For some reason, I just could not remember my pin number. Earlier in the day, I also had trouble remembering my pin number. So I continued mashing the keypad trying to remember the 4 digit pin number. The same pin number I had for the last few years…and an account that I frequently accessed…I just couldn’t remember.
And at some point, I was locked out of my account since I had entered an incorrect pin so many times.
Somehow we worked it out and got a check…
But I was troubled by the fact that I could not remember my pin number. An account that I had last accessed 3 weeks ago.
Today, I went down to the Wamu branch near work prepared to face the worst. I read online that I would need to go inside and declare my forgotten memory. They would ask me to enter my old pin number so I could get a new pin number, but then I say I can’t remember. And they would give me a look as they see that my account had been accessed 3 weeks ago from the ATM and why couldn’t I remember that number? Then I would present my driver’s license and wait unhappily for 3 days until a letter arrives in the mail with a new pin number…
But instead, I went to the ATM and tried again. Suddenly I remember my pin number on the brand new ATMs and it was as if it never happened.
Then I decided a few days later to open an account at BOFA.