So, when Lloyd cleaned up the guest room, he came across a couple of lost gift cards that I EARNED by living healthy for a few months. (Our insurance has a thing where they motivate you to try nonsense like ‘eating vegetables’ and ‘moving around’. I played their game and earned their carrot. Now I’m back to letting my blood pool in my butt while I watch t.v. and eat ice cream..)
I noticed on the smaller denomination card that I had to register it, so I went online and did so. Then I looked at the larger denomination one and realized that it also should have been registered…… and that it was expired.
I felt so stupid. That was like burning cash, only without the joy that fire brings me.
I had time to call the card company today and begged and begged them to help me, pouring out my sob story and adding a few made-up details. Stacy, the lady on the other end, said, “Um….are you done? We have a policy. Fork over 10% of the card total and I will re-issue it. And I’m sorry about your disabled pony. I hope he gets better.”
*disclaimer* Parts of this story are exaggerated. The pony just stubbed his toe.