From Target’s red bullseye to fabulous pink.

So I went to the bank today to cancel my debit card because of the Target incident. I never shop at target…so trendy.  I am more of an Eddie Bauer guy …comfortable and conservative.  I was in the area and stopped at Target.  I needed some wrapping paper.  Who would know that my card number would be stolen and my account compromised.  Damn credit thieves.

Anyway. Where was I.  Oh yes.

I talked to the teller. She run ragged from exchanging cards for most bank customers all morning.  I told her I would like to close my card and reopen a new one with a new number.  She said sure, darting a quick glance at me while she entered my information on her computer.

Such an agreeable girl.  She wore a pleasant smile and her hair tied back.  Probably to show everyone her wondrous expressive face.  Flush with youth unaware of the cynicism that age brings.

She asked me what color I would choose for my new card.  I told her that I was indifferent.  “Oh” She exclaimed.  She disappeared for a minute around a corner and reappeared with a new card.  She waved it at me like she had just found out she held the winning lottery ticket, “I got you a pink card.  What do you think?”

Pink was an understatement. It bordered on fluorescent and I think there may have been glitter on it.  I told her “She turned the mundane act of choosing a card into a fabulous event.” I said, “I am so proud to own a Debit Card that has come out of the closet.  You know pink is my signature color.”