Zach and I are huge credit card people. We have 2 cards with which we charge everything possible, pay off the monthly balance, and get yearly cash back. It is a good system that works for us.
Luke is learning this system too. I don’t think he has ever seen a dollar bill. When we stand in the checkout line, he says, “Pay? Swipe?” as he mimics a card being zipped through a reader.
Recently, we had a string of babysitters. I called my husband at work to inform him that all I had at home was a benjamin, and needed some small change to pay the sitter. He said it was no big deal; he would pull money out of the ATM at work. I was satisfied.
He called me about half an hour later. “Hey. I can’t get any cash out. My ATM card has expired.”
I groaned. This was bad news. “When was the last time you used it? Really? Let me check mine.”
I rifled through my purse, pulled out my wallet and glared at my ATM card. “Shit. Mine expired 2 years ago.”
We both laughed stupidly. Who carries around 2-year expired ATM cards? I shook my head. “Just forget about it. We’ll figure it out later. Come on home.”
I managed to scrounge up some small bills to pay the sitters.
Everything worked out.
We are still carrying around ridiculously expired ATM cards.