So, I went to the IRS after work in my Limp-mode Crown Vic. Got my identity verified and they started processing my refund for $195. Then I went home, got a text from the previous owner of my car who said he’s got the ECM from the donor car. That car is a Seattle PD car whose engine was dropped into mine.

So I went to my bank, withdrew $80, went inside to break one of the twenties, then headed over to the seller to pick up and install the ECM. With that matter done, I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner at Shari’s restaraunt. Eggs benedict with stuffed hash browns and vanilla milkshake.

I get up to go pay my bill...

...and my debit card is gone. I think back to where I last used it, and realize I forgot to retrieve the card from the ATM after withdrawing because I was in such a hurry to go get the ECM for my car. The Manager let the bill go, though I left the last $5 in my wallet with him, and hurried to the bank to hopefully catch an employee at closing time.

Unfortunately, they had long since closed for the night.

Ffffffffffffffffff....

Tomorrow, when I finish my shift at work, I’m going straight to the bank to see if I can retrieve my card. If they don’t have it, I’m having it cancelled and hopefully they can issue me a new card on the spot (update: a spot check of their FAQ says they can do that). Then I’m going to go pay my goddamn bill at Shari’s.

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I hate leaving bills unpaid because of a mistake on my part. It infuriates the everloving fuck out of me.