After the other week when I stupidly forgot my bank card PIN number, I requested a new PIN number from the bank. (Who by the way, couldn’t explain why, even though my PIN had been blocked, I’d still been able to withdraw cash a day earlier).
Anyway, I got my new PIN number and thought all was hunky dory. I wrote my new PIN on a post-it note just incase I forgot it again. But I managed to I withdraw cash from the machine without any mishaps, it was fine.
A few days later I went to get some shopping and went to pay with my card. It flashed up before I’d even tried to enter a number: ‘PIN BLOCKED’. What the fuck? The stupid banking bastards had sent me a new number without unblocking it?
So there I was, stood with a trolley full of shopping with no cash on me and card that didn’t work. Again.
Yet again, with red cheeks, I went outside to the cash point expecting my card to be swallowed by the money monster. Instead, it accepted my PIN number and there was an option to unblock my PIN – even though it should’ve been unblocked by the bank – after going through a little rig-moral of entering numbers about a million times it said it was now unblocked. With a new, more memorable, PIN number.
I went back into the store and paid for my stuff, she must’ve thought I wasn’t coming back because she was about to cart it off.
And, well, ummm, that’s it really.
What an ending eh? This is up there with the gimp bit in The Usual Suspects.