I am a fat man. Everyday I wake up fat, I ride to work on a bicycle, normally without breakfast, I mean, all things considered it makes sense, as the fatter you are the more exercise you should be doing. i'm still fat as the Kool-Aid man, but also like the Kool-Aid man, I have legs that could kick through a load bearing wall.
Obviously then I am a man of ravenous hunger, riding 20 miles a day on a bike and still managing to eat enough to stay fat as a banker's wallet.
Thus, it should be no surprise the hateful rage inspired in me when I discovered that on payday, when I go to get a greasy pizza for lunch, my card was declined.
DA FUCK? DO YOU NOT SEE HOW FAT I AM?! HANGRY RAGE!
Obviously I call my bank and discover my card is on hold because Home Depot had a data breach. They sent a letter. On paper. A letter. Snail mail. No phone call, no shit. It's 2015, holy fuck, can't I get a text? Fuck, they might as well have chiseled that shit on a stone tablet and glued it to a pteradactyl's leg with tar as far as when that will get to me. I'm just glad I didn't go to a sit-down restaraunt like I normally do on payday, or I'd be elbow deep in dishes right now, holy fuck.
But the thing is, my card wasn't ACTUALLY on hold. Just the credit side of it. Just the side I need. I mean, my account was still active to debit, so I was in no way safe from fraud in any sense whatsoever. And of course when we go through my transactions, there's no fraud. So there was no fraud. I'm dealing with a fake fraud, a fraud of a fraud if you will.
Why this fake fraud fraud? Because they need an excuse to update to chipped cards, and they need to scare me into thinking my account is susceptible to fraud, even though I'm broke as fuck and really have nothing to lose because all my extra money goes in my retirement. The reason for the chipped cards is so they can record and sell my data better, just in case you didn't know.
So now I'm sitting here at work, 10 miles into a 20 mile bike ride, no breakfast and now apparently no lunch coming because most any place I could eat is credit, not debit, even though I have a hot steaming pile of money in the bank. And my card isn't coming for another 6 days. You know, the one I didn't order, didn't want, doesn't work, and won't make me one bit safer.
obviously I will now die. Farewell, you guys kinda sucked and I regret nothing.
This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.
Hate is the first step to all solutions.
You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.