Dangerous dealings
I have something that worries more than the fact that “The Shrub(tm)” may be re-elected. My ATM is down.
Due to my unending loyalty, I’ve stayed with my small little credit union based in San Francisco. It really is the best of all worlds. They are not tied into the normal net, so it takes an extra 3-5 days for transactions to post to my account and they all know me and my account by the sound of my voice when I call. They ask me about Chicago everytime I call to check on something or order new checks.
The problem is that my current employer does not offer direct deposit on my weekly paycheck so I need to visit an ATM, or drop it into the mail and wait 3-5 days for it to move via the most trustworthy service in the world, the US Postal Service, thus undoing the previous benefit of having my 3-5 day lag.
There are exactly two ATM’s in the entire Chicago area that accept deposits to my account (through some agreement with my credit union). One of them is in Rosemont (Suburb of Chicago) and the other is on the 7th floor of Marshall Field’s State Street Flagship store. The past two weeks, the ATM in Rosemont has been “out of order”. Today, the ATM was actually GONE!
So, I plugged my headphones into my iPod and headed towards the “El” to go down to the Loop and deposit my check. To get to and from the ATM, I walk right through the Men’s department, the Houswares department, the Kitchen department, and the bedding department. These are all very dangerous places for me to be right now. I am trying very hard to be good, but last week, I bought 4 t-shirts and a tank top, and today, I got a fantastic deal on 2 pair of Kenneth Cole dress pants (38 x 34 and flat front).
I hope they get my ATM repaired quickly…