i stopped on the bank on the way to lunch today. i needed to stop by ye olde cashe machine to make it dispense some heard earned money. everyone's done this drill, right? we can do it in our sleep. put card in. put pin number in. plow through options. get money. well…i got as far as step one: put card in.

after popping my card into the slot, the screen didn't do it's usual thing where it asks me for my pin number. as a matter of fact, the screen didn't change at all. it just stared back at me…"please insert card now." i hit the cancel button. nothing. i tried hitting the little buttons by the screen. nothing. i begged it to give me my card back. nothing. the soulless machine has set out to ruin my day. then the screen finally changed…"temporarily out of service." i park my car and walk into the branch to tell them what's wrong. they said they saw me out there looking very confused, so they figured something was up. we went out to the machine and they opened it up, but my card wasn't in the little "bad people's cards" area (where they assumed it would go in a case like this). they looked into the slot in the front and then someone said "it looks like there's two cards in there." i looked in my wallet to notice the conspicuous absence of my medical coverage card. they must have stuck together. the friendly bank people inform me that my cards won't be able to be retrieved until later in the day tomorrow. they have to call in the actual atm people to take the damn thing apart.

all for my card.

cards, i guess.

ho hum. they let me take some cash out inside. i was able to eat lunch. steak escape. gotta love that chicken sandwich.

word around the campfire is that megan is having a super tub re-grouting party. you might want to head over to tame.net to ask her about it.

i get back to work and i get a call from the fbi…when does the weirdness end?