Mail Call
Now that I don’t have to pass by the mailbox everyday on the way to and from work I’ve sort of stopped checking it, always assuming the my roommate was checking it or whatever.
It’s not like I get nything exciting in the mail aside from the couple magazines that I maintain subscriptions to yet hardly seem to read (I’m talking to you Vice) and the barrage of catalogs from the likes of J.Crew encouraging me to get my preppy on and dress like I’ve got somewhere important and professional to be.
The somewhat weighty stack dominating the dining room table is somewhat daunting and makes me feel really special, there are only three bills in sight, two of which I had the foresight to pay when I actually had income flowing in on the regular and one that will depress my bank account in the worst way.
And a rather ominous envelope from my bank with the words Fraud - Prevention lightly etched above the postmark that’s clearly dated from March.
Hmm.
Turns out it’s just my new chip-enhanced debit card. I hate the chip and I’ve been avoiding actually going into my bank because I fear they’ll try to foist one on me. I have it on my credit card from the same bank because the magnetic stripe wore out (as it’s wont to do when you regularly let it mingle with your keys and cell phone).
I can never remember my PIN number anyway, which doesn’t make sense because I’m almost certain I picked it myself after having to change it post wallet theft a couple years ago. I need the keypad in front of me to figure it out, so I’m really hoping this doesn’t make my day to day any more annoying than it needs to be.
I could have sworn that when I got my new credit card they sent me a code for the chip under separate cover but I don’t have anything like that with me. I’m just picturing myself getting tackled or something while attempting to buy a sandwich and held for qustioning because I don’t know my chip code.
I’ve had to use the PIN code on my credit card a grand total of two times and each time I patted myself on the back for having the somewhat stupid, but practical idea of storing my chip code in my phone.
The two places that someone can’t use my credit card? The only liquor store in my neighbourhood that gives out Air Miles (bummer, but it’s too much of a hassle, so I’m probably never buying booze there again) and this deli that has an amazing breakfast platter.
So my credit card info should be safe provided it doesn’t fall into the hands of a fatty with a drinking problem.
