Two days ago, I called my bank (as I have been doing more or less every day for the past 6 days) to get a tracking number for the delivery of my ATM/check card.
Them: "Let me transfer you to my supervisor who will assist you with this matter."
No worries . . . so far.
Them: "Yes Mr. Ramsden, we have confirmed shipment of your card. It is on it's way and should arrive in the next day or two."
Great!
Me: "Will you please confirm for me, just so I know, that you sent it to the address I provided."
Them: "Yes, Jonathan Ramsden, c/o Bill LePage, 48 Meher Rd., Woombye, Queensland, Austria, 4559."
Me: "Austria? You meant Australia, right?"
Them: "No sir, Austria. The card has been shipped to the address provided, in Austria."
At that moment I realized I was the punchline in a subpar joke. I wont repeat the words that came out of my mouth from that moment on. Just suffice to say that clearly I'm meant to be here for this time. Both banks now assure me that my cards are due to arrive by tomorrow, guaranteed. Well, they'll certainly arrive somewhere, that's for sure.
That's all for now.
1 comment:
well, i love the picture anyway, and recognize the room! You are staying at the Southern Hemisphere doppleganger of the Files household.
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