bjournal::juxtapoz

Sunday wasn’t such a great day for me. Without going into too much detail, the most distressing thing that happened was that I had left my check card at a restaurant in Mid-town New York and a couple hours later I was on a plane headed for my layover in Chicago. I realized what had happened when I was getting ready to eat dinner. Luckily, I had rememberd the receipt* and gave the restaurant a call. They had the card and said they would mail it to me.

I called them again on Monday afternoon and really stressed the fact that it was crucial that I had it (I had intentionally left my car parked at the airport with a smidge of gasoline, and was basically running on fumes, for instance) and asked if they would send it in the fastest manner possible, and that I’d be happy to pay for expedited shipping.

My card arrived Tuesday morning in a FedEx envelope, and at this moment, it doesn’t appear as though I’ve been charged for it.

*How I forgot my card while remembering my receipt is a subject open to much speculation, which leads to the thought that they actually forgot to bring me my card with the bill. Who can know?