Over 10 days ago I received a letter from my bank that my debit card number had been compromised and would be canceled in 10 days. During this time period, I was suppose to receive a new card, but I haven't seen it yet. Insert nail-biting here. Without knowing it, I have become utterly addicted to using my debit card. It got me thinking that I have known this card number by heart for quite some time and found myself happily letting the series of rhythmic numbers flow from my mouth as I typed them for my online purchases and bill payments. What I didn't know about myself is how dependent I am on using it at the gas station (and pretty much every other place). HOW DID PEOPLE LIVE when they had to unbuckle their children and actually walk in the store to pay???? I truly think this is worse than my Dr. Pepper addiction. Am I spoiled or what?
