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holliSo I went to the Crafty Bastards craft fair today, and there was a vast amount of cool and beautiful stuff for sale. I got a poster and some postcards and a t-shirt, and I think I know what I'm getting my mother for her birthday. And I had delicious delicious chicken satay and sticky rice for lunch.
But not all of today's bastards were very crafty. I stopped at the ATM on the way to the fair, and I must have dropped of left behind my card, because it wasn't it my wallet when I attempted to buy a necklace (Which, sigh, will have to happen later). So I ran back to the bank, which was, thankfully, open, and asked if anyone had turned it in. No one had, so I canceled the card and arranged to get a new one.
--Oh yeah, and in the three hours between losing it and canceling it? Some complete asshole found it and used it at the Exxon around the corner. Literally, whoever found it used it at the absolute first place they came across that would accept it. I'll get the money back, but what a dickface. Ugh.
But not all of today's bastards were very crafty. I stopped at the ATM on the way to the fair, and I must have dropped of left behind my card, because it wasn't it my wallet when I attempted to buy a necklace (Which, sigh, will have to happen later). So I ran back to the bank, which was, thankfully, open, and asked if anyone had turned it in. No one had, so I canceled the card and arranged to get a new one.
--Oh yeah, and in the three hours between losing it and canceling it? Some complete asshole found it and used it at the Exxon around the corner. Literally, whoever found it used it at the absolute first place they came across that would accept it. I'll get the money back, but what a dickface. Ugh.
