posted on Dec, 20 2019 @ 10:34 PM
Damn, and here I thought the one I had last night was oddball. You win.
For posterity, mine was me and the fam driving around rural MI, stumbling across an idyllic farm nowhere near anything (not exactly unusual,
but this felt insanely isolated) but they were bustling with business in their barn-store. Hubs and I went nuts trying to find as much yummy fruits
and veggies as possible (this place evidently grew every single thing under the proverbial sun) Hubs whipped out the debit to pay for the huge produce
stash we'd amassed, only to have it declined twice. We step aside, and he called the bank, muttering about how he knew damn well there was more than
enough in the account.
After a few minutes, I hear him yelling very loudly about how dare they demand that of citizens, who or what gives them that right, yada yada. He
shoves the phone at me and tells me to handle it because he was too steaming pissed to argue coherently. Evidently, the government has insta-enacted
requirements to access your own money, as a way to dissuade terrorism funding. I needed to provide everything form grandma's favorite color, to bra
cup size (lmao) to hub's undies brand, who my pets' vet is, etc, etc. It was ridiculously detailed and invasive, and I understood instantly why hubby
got so pissed off -- the bank clerk I was talking to wasn't apologetic at all, was was getting increasingly demanding for info. I told her whereto
shove it, and hung up.
In the meantime, hubby had been digging through his apparently TARDIS wallet looking for spare cash he missed, because we weren't leaving without that
produce. He found a wad of money, and handed it to me to pay while he rounded up the kids. I was annoyed when I realized it was a jumbled fistful and
I had to pick through the disorganized bills. I also was annoyed that hubs had stuffed packets of ketchup and mayo between bills here and there, and
these weren't the average packets -- the strips were never cut, so it was one long strip of connected packets folded up neatly between bills.
The whole damn dream didn't make much sense, and I woke up irritated at his wallet disorganization, and condiment storage practices, as well as still
irate over the sudden authoritarian/dictatorship government blocking us from our money & needing to hand over all personal info and probably the
firstborn for that one transaction.