6 years, 7 months ago Bobbe White
It’s Thursday, September 14, 2017 and in today’s news, the Hurricane cleanup begins in Florida and continues in Houston. Kim Jong Un is still running loose and fires in the west are clearing their own path of destruction. How do you stomach all of these disasters, when you look around your own sky and it’s blue and clear and perfect? Oh, nothing’s perfect, we know that, you silly goose. That would be like knocking on Mother Fate’s door.
I speak too soon as Midwesterners, who are currently be showered with sunshine and gentle breezes are held captive by their computers to freeze their credit. Equifax, have you had a rough week? What I’d like to know is, who hasn’t been affected by this breach? Not many, I’d bet. If it’s not this, it’ll be another Target deal, WalMarket or God forbid, Hobby Lobby. If you shop with credit or debit, you’re in the game and sadly, this is our new normal.
The alternative is that we all go back to cash or checks, but can you fathom the long lines at the grocery store? STORE RAGE! It’s bad enough that yesterday I forgot my wallet and had to painfully take time to write a check out for milk, cereal, dog food and chicken drummies – not all for the same meal, of course, but I could hear everyone in line rolling their eyes out loud at me. Some could even be heard saying, loud enough for me to hear, “A check? Seriously?” I went fifty shades of red, because I’ve been that person in line, waiting behind a sweet little old lady get her checkbook out, asking for a pen, writing the check and then asking, “How much was it again?” Then she screws up the amount, voids it and starts over. That was Yours Truly yesterday. No pen, just a check. I could feel the cart nudge me from behind, as if to say, “Geez you old bat, hurry!” The icing on their cake was when I asked for a cart to roll out my bags, seeing as I overachieved with a hand basket. And I’ll probably go to hell in a hand basket if I ever do this maneuver again.
I will try to have patience with check writers in front of me. You don’t know what they’re going through in their life. They may have lost their card or had it stolen or breached. (Remember when breach was only used in terms of our levees on the river system, or when a baby couldn’t be delivered that way?) Maybe they were on the Equifax list. You don’t know. Let’s all cool our jets. And if you’re in that big of a hurry, just send your grocery list in on-line, have it delivered and avoid the store all together. But don’t whine when you get pickles instead of shampoo. Your list may have just been breached! bw
