New credit cards arrived in the mail. I’ve been with my credit card company almost as long as I’ve been with Lloyd. Back in college he subscribed to some ancient service where you would buy music through the mail, and never cancelled his account properly. When we moved to Maryland, lo and behold – we had Bad Credit. What?? Bad Credit?? Citibank helped us out, though, and we have been loyal customers ever since.
So this new card arrived in the mail and it has some fancy-schmancy chip on it. I had to go on the website to see what it was, since I thought it was just a new logo of a giant mutant-fingered hand holding my credit card. It is not. I guess I can put my card into a new kind of reader, then sign for my purchase, much as I do now. How is that better?
Oh, about the pants. This weekend I might be taking my new credit card to buy some jeans, since I have misplaced or ruined all but one pair of my own. Question: How do real people buy jeans? It has been about six years for me, and I never know if I am supposed to buy jeans that fit correctly when I wear them, or buy them a bit larger in case of shrinkage.
Help. I am a clothing idiot.