To His Credit

Yesterday I found a really good package deal on the Internet for two round trip tickets, plus two nights at a snazzy hotel, for $334. each.  Since I am not an impulsive person, and believing it too good to be true, I waited a day to be comfortable with my good fortune.  Not to worry - when I went back today to confirm, the price was up to $444 each. 

Philosophically, I figured it was like the stock market; you can't alway buy low.  I tried to lock it in.  We have a family card that had just expired and we were issued a new card.  When the Internet rejected one, I tried the other.  Rejected.  I figured we were on the cusp - was there a dead spot until the new one was activated?  Exasperated, I switched back and forth. 

Running out of patience, I used my personal card, which went through, as they say, like a charm.  I printed up the e-tickets, proud of my accomplishment, because I've always been suspicious of the computer. 

And with good reason.  Shortly after, my husband calls, distressed.  "Don't use the card," he says, agitated.  "I just got a call from Visa of suspicious activity.  Someone is trying to charge $888 to our card!"   He continues, because I am speechless, "So don't use the card, I cancelled it!"

I get my voice.  "That was me." 

I wish I could say it ended this amicably between us, but noooo.  I hollered, "Why didn't you call me before canceling."  He hollered, "Why didn't you tell me you were getting the tickets today."  I hollered, "I just got them, and do you know how much time I had to spend doing it."  He hollered, "Do you know how much time I spent with Visa setting up for new card."

Hollering is good.  We both feel much better.  We're even laughing about it now. 

But wait until tomorrow when he reaches into his pocket for his credit card.  Hoo Ha!

--Florence

Comments

[Ellen]

Dear Florence,

This never happened when we had ... what was it called again? ... Oh yeah. MONEY.

A few months ago I bought a new computer, a wonderful, delicious, honey-bunny of a Mac laptop.

Everything was dandy.

Until.

I get a call from Apple. The sale didn't go through.

Also, a call from Visa. They denied the sale. The reason was that the amount was out of my usual spending pattern ... which I took to mean that I don't normally spend a thousand bucks at Whole Foods, duh.

It all got straightened out with 'understanding' all around.

But hollering would have felt better.

Love,
Ellen

I'm using my real name. Can you tell?