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"WHAAAAT!" Sherry looked at me in disbelief. "That machine took my card...and that bi...bit...*person* refused to give it back!" Her face was quickly going brick red with mounting rage.
Hmmm, wait a minute, *Sherry's* card?
I said, "I *thought* it was Danny's?" It had his name on it, in fact. "Yes," Sherry said impatiently, "it's his, but it's a *joint* account - Danny *and* me." She pauses. "That...that...person should've given it BACK..." She's really fuming now...I wondered if her Kirlian aura was gonna turn purple, or maybe red. I look at her, "Well, now...I didn't know that, did I now?" Sherry glares at me - but not *at* me - then relaxes to a sheepish smile, "Sorry, dear heart...I thought you knew." I shrug, "No matter...we gotta get card back, OK?" *And*, figure out why machine ate it too, just quietly...but, one thing at a time!
So, thirty minutes later, we're both at branch, fronting up to *that* Customer Service Desk...ho, ho, HO, ho, ho! The woman who had served me is nowhere in sight, but another clone steps up, vacant smile glowing, 'Colgate' white...
SHE: "And how may we help you today, hmmm?" (The royal 'we', no less, thinks I).
ME: "Ah, look, about half hour ago, one of your machines took card...it's in drawer there", me pointing, "and, I went to get autho..." Sherry elbows me to side.
SHERRY: "Listen, and listen good!" She transfixes hapless woman with her fury. "You have a card of MINE, in that drawer...get it out and give it BACK. Now!" She glares magnificently. "It's in name of Danny Burke...and I'm *other* joint owner of account, his MOTHER." Sherry made last word sound like 'HITMAN'. The woman visibly wilts...truly, she cringes.
SHE: "Er...oh...um, but, but...you...you...must have a l..letter that author..." Sherry raises her hand, like a cop stopping traffic.
SHERRY: "Stop...go to your fax machine, and there you will find letter waiting for you." She smiles benignly now, soothingly, waving her away. (Just to let *you* know, we went to Sherry's other branch first and got them to draft and fax necessary letter. We *knew* it would be waiting by time we got to *this* branch.)
A few minutes later, woman came back and, after satisfying procedure, Sherry got card back. Twirling card in her fingers, Sherry looks at woman...
SHERRY (softly, sweetly...but with an edge): "Now, I'm going to put this card in again and if *that* machine gives any trouble, I'll be back to get money from YOU." She made it sound like big Arnie talking to cop at that desk, remember...just before he came back with a truck and an M16! "And, I don't want to be hit with any extra fees, if I do...right?" I *almost* began to feel sorry for woman.
