Jimmy Gao, a spontaneous and energy-filled kid, dropped my debit card on a COTA bus. Yes, he somehow managed to to unknowingly let the card slide out of his pocket, allowing the thin piece of plastic to leave the safety of his hands, and my entire life’s savings to disappear in one second. He didn’t mean to, as he was actually doing me a great favor in going to the ATM for me while I dwindled away at my hours of homework; it is the thought that counts.
Following the incident, Jimmy called me and right as he said the words “Jo I have some bad news,” I knew what had happened. He expected me to be upset, angry, maybe even sad, but in reality my first reaction was to laugh. Although he was somewhat uncomfortable with the fact that I was uncontrollably laughing, he was happy I wasn’t going to kill him. He promised “to make it up to me” which I knew consisted of him apologizing to me endlessly, never forgiving himself for misplacing my beloved net worth. Thankfully, I was able to cancel the debit card and was certain I would be able to order a new one and obtain it within a few days, but unfortunately that was not the case; this is where the real bank troubles begin.
Cancelling the card was simple, but ordering a new one was not. It would take me a lot of debating and swindling to acquire a card, since the bank refused to send me a new one until a few weeks had gone by. Long story short, the bank could not issue any debit cards for a few weeks to current customers as they were on short supply and in the process of changing “networks and databases,” so a new card was impossible to get. With some coercion and nagging, I persuaded them to send me a new one, two weeks later.
Within a week of getting my new card, and finally having a source of money as a broke college student, I noticed some odd behavior; there were unauthorized transactions of close to $400 on my card from the time Jimmy lost my card. I freaked out, worrying that someone had been using my well-earned babysitting money, which was the case. I quickly cancelled my card, flinging myself into a long fraud investigation that would end up in a frozen bank account, a fraud case, a possible court appearance, and no card. After a long month with no access to money and using Venmo as my only source of income, my money was returned and a new card was ordered. But, those 5-7 “shipping” days for my new card turned into two weeks of waiting. Finally, as I once again picked up my phone to call the bank, I was told the card had been activated, which was not of my doing. Somehow, my card was once again taken, and I was brought straight back into the investigation. As another month drew by and the fraud investigation drew to a close, I finally got a new card a few days ago.
Although the card managed to make its way onto the floor of a COTA bus, or the side of High Street, and the endless bank troubles that followed made me want to tear my hair out, I could never be upset with Jimmy. It is not the materialistic items that matter, but in fact friendships with those who are important. I valued my relationship with one of my best friends way more than I did a credit card, and even though he did cost me $400 and a waste of my time, I could never be too upset with him.