Thursday Morning PIN Peril: How to Look Like a Total Idiot at the ATM

My husband asked me to run an errand for him. I tried. Hilarity ensued. It's too early for me to look this stupid!

Hubs requested I swing by the ATM of his bank this morning to deposit a check. His bank is close to my office, so I obliged. He gave me his card, the check, and a small piece of paper upon which he'd written his PIN.

(Side note: I haaaaaate when people say 'PIN Number.' It's redundant and totally unnecessary. 'PIN' stands for 'Personal Identification Number,' so when you say 'PIN Number,' you might as well just say 'Pin Number Number.' Ugh. Or when people say 'ATM Machine.' You know you're saying 'Automated Teller Machine Machine,' right? I apparently have a lot of bank-related pet peeves. Anyway...)

I get to the bank and attempt to make the aforementioned deposit. I attempt to do so not once, not twice, but THREE times. I start freaking out because I don't want the police called due to suspicious activity on the ATM, so I give my better half a call and ask him if he's sure the number he gave me is his PIN.

He assured me it was, and I proceeded to explain to him that I had already tried that number THREE TIMES and was told I used an incorrect number each time. I also may or may not have used some profanities when asking him how on Earth he doesn't know his own PIN.

He gives me another random number to try; it doesn't work. I'm like, "Whatever," so I leave. The people in the car behind me had to be relieved. I'd been there so long I bet they thought I was trying to take out a mortgage or something. I leave the bank, get turned back around on McFarland, and the phone rings.

It's my man, and he wants me to try yet another PIN. I say some more things that would get me an FCC fine and head BACK to the bank. Thankfully, he'd given me the correct number. I was able to make the deposit without another series of failed log-in attempts. I felt like I was one swipe away from being banned from bank property.

What a great morning.