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Great news. We had a credit card
cancelled. It couldn’t have come at a better time.
Jan used one of her cards at a gas
pump the behind the counter dude said the card had been declined. The
turndown was not a major drill, Jan switched to another card and returned
home to make a “Hey what’s up?” call to the credit card company. Seems
somebody tried to purchase something on-line (details not exactly my long
suit) using her number. The card sleuths said they had detected fraud and
cancelled the card. They’ll be sending replacement post haste and urged us
to cut up the old card. Excuse me!
It’s winter and ice on the
windshield season. The perfect time for a de-commissioned credit card to
fulfill its intended purpose, as an ice scraper. Oh sure, the well organized
among us have actual ice scrapers in their car, but well organized is not a
part of my DNA.
A fair amount of my winter is spent
in ski country. Here in this season of bountiful snow at day’s end one
regularly returns to a car windshield coated in ice. You know the drill,
the morning drive warms the glass and while you’re skiing the day’s snowfall
lands, melts and freezes on the windshield. So before heading home, there’s
the matter of ice removal that needs to be addressed. What’s a “why didn’t
I remember to put the scraper in the car?” person to do?
Past experience dictates several
unsuccessful options. There’s the fingernail scrape. Not only is this
method non-productive, it also causes painful frozen fingers and broken
nails. It also contributes to one’s vocabulary becoming limited to
one-syllable words beginning with g, d and f. The oh so frustrating
fingernail method causes the scraper to give up after establishing the
smallest of slits on the windshield leading one to head out into traffic
like a tank driver going into battle.
It’s possible scraping ice off the
windshield is the one reason the penny remains viable in the American
monetary system. The Lincoln headed copper coin buys nothing, but it can
scrape ice. Other coins don’t offer the same scraping efficiencies as a
penny. Dimes are minute and have a tendency to slip from the fingers and
fall into the windshield wiper motors recess to be lost forever while
nickels, quarters and their ilk are much to thick to scrape ice correctly.
There’s also the run the car engine
until defrosters work their magic method. And while two and a half bucks a
gallon gas seems a high price to pay for a motorized ice melter, it’s not
nearly as big a negative to the Type A personality as being forced to sit
unmoving for fifteen minutes in the ski area parking lot while the rest of
the world, (those with ice scrapers) flaunt their clear glass windshields as
they head for home.
Ah, but the credit card. The perfect ice
scraper in your wallet. In the past, I’ve rendered everything from Visa to
MasterCard to American Express operable thanks to a windshield in icy
distress. But now, thanks to a credit card thief, I have a card that can be
used solely for its intended purpose. Windshield ice removal. Mr. Thief,
wherever you are, you unscrupulous cur, bless you my son. |