my emergency back-up memory generator

Today I went to the bank to conduct some business.   At our bank your must use a card and a code in order to complete a transaction.  I went to the auto-teller for Angie's part of the business because neither she nor I remember her secret code.   I usually just put in some numbers and  after 3-4 unsuccessful tries the deposit is accepted.   I don't want to have to explain to a teller the story of how we don't remember the number.  Why do you need a number to make a deposit anyway?????

After Angie's business  was concluded I went to the window with the "live" teller because I just wanted to cash some checks.  Not deposit the checks and then make a withdrawal.  Just cash the checks.   The teller prompted me to put in my code and suddenly my mind goes blank.  I mumble something like  "well I'd sure like to if only I could remember it".   I tried a couple of sequences.   The young teller began to look annoyed.   Unlike the automatic teller,  he did not seen inclined to give in.   As he rolled his eyes, I quickly phoned my emergency back up memory generator and got the code.   Business concluded the teller told me to have a nice afternoon.   I give him my very best "one flew over the cuckoo's nest" look, threw my head back,  laughed like a hyena and said "you have a nice 4th of July too".

I see no reason to lose your sense of humor even if you temporarily lose your memory.

Comments

[Joan]

You have to have a secret number when dealing with a live teller person? Why? And to cash checks, no make a withdrawal and/or deposit at the ATM? This is insane...no wonder you played like a looney toon...you were AT the Cuckoo's Nest. I only hope you didn't act like Nurse Ratchett.

[jeanette, mistress of longears]

I don't know why I am telling you this as I have never told a soul - not even the Master of Longears - but I feel somehow you are a person who can keep a secret: A few years ago - well, you would probably know it was way more than a few years ago - when ATMs were invented, my bank sent me a letter with a "temporary" code for me to use at their new ATMs. Before I could go to the newfangled machines, I lost the letter and the darned code. I thought, "No problem! I'll just go to the bank and have them give it to me." If only. As time went by, I kept procrastinating until it began to seem like an awfully long time since I lost the letter. Years, actually. Embarrassment kicked in. To this day, I have never used an ATM machine. Never. Should I put that on my Bucket List?

[Nancy Lynn]

I just love your sense of humor and it just doesn't matter what day it is as long as you can find your way home.

[Violet Cadburry]

Why do you think Angelia Jolie has all those numbers tattoed on her arms -- she has a lot of bank accounts with secret codes.

[Corky]

I am so gonna steal your reaction next time (probably soon) that I come across the uppity-er-than-thou individual. Or I might start humming Joy to the World. Or something like that.

[Leslie J. Moran]

You make me laugh out loud!

[Michel Murphy]

Doncha hate that blankin' out thing?! I do love your reply to that "helpful" young teller.

[~marilyn]

You must read Nora Ephron's "I Remember Nothing". Isn't it maddening?