Random musings

I just got off the phone with my bank. Why? Well mainly because I'm old and as a result I frequently forget things. I do most of my bill paying and banking on-line. I love on-line banking! Every now and again after you enter your user name and password the bank people ask you to answer a couple of security questions. It's so kind of them to look out for my safety. So, today was the day they asked my security questions. What's my favorite color? Red, and this is important for all of you planning on purchasing me Christmas gifts. Next they wanted to know the make of my first car. Easy. Chevy. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

That answer is incorrect, please try again.

Hmmmm. Nova BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

You have answered incorrectly and we have now locked you out of this account. Please call Customer Care. Well shit. It's little embarrassing to call and tell them you don't remember what you originally answered. I mean, yes I'm getting on in years but I should be able to recall some simple things. Clearly I can't. And the worst part, while the bank folks asked a few questions and determined that I really am me, they can't tell me the answer to the question. They can only reset it and allow me to answer a different question. It's great that I can now get back into my bank account but frankly, it sucks that I'm going to lie awake nights wondering what the hell my first car was. It's entirely possible I originally answered horse drawn carriage. I'm sarcastic that way.

My new dishwasher makes assumptions. It has this loverly little feature that tells you when the dishes are clean. You load it, you run the cycle and wah lah! A loverly green light comes on telling you the dishes inside are clean. Now given that we've already established that I routinely forget shit, this is quite handy. With one exception. It assumes that the minute I open the door I will be unloading all the dishes and therefore I will no longer need to be told the dishes inside are clean. That's a big assumption in my world. Just because I opened the door doesn't mean I'm unloading everything. I mean c'mon, I have a life! Sometimes I open it, take what I need and close it up again because let's face it, the clean dishes aren't going anywhere. It's sort of like having extra storage. I don't like that my dishwasher assumes things, it makes me feel like a slacker.

Never throw things away that are in your junk drawer. And don't even try and tell me that you don't have a junk drawer because EVERYONE does. Every now and again said drawer becomes so full that it becomes difficult to open and close it. No matter how hard you shove it, I can neither confirm nor deny that I know this from personal experience. I can confirm this: if you clean the drawer and throw something out, that hasn't been used in 3 years, because you don't know what it's for, in approximately 1 week two things will happen. One, you'll remember what it was for and two, you'll need it.