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Morning: a visit from my dad's sister, passing through on her way up to Maine. We went to Friendly's and had a nice breakfast (not fast food, or even medium), then came home and talked as much as Sarah would permit, and then our visitors were on their way.
Noon: a light lunch of soup, with some crackers.
Afternoon: off to Worcester, MA, for the Wiggles concert. Or, as they said it, "Woo-ster." Close. (The locals say "wuss-ter.") Technically, we were late, but so were enough other people that they didn't start the show until we were comfortable in the excellent seats Cathy had purchased. We were down front, on the floor, next to an aisle so Sarah could dance. Which she did, all through the show. She knows all the moves. Three of the four Wiggles went right by us. Naturally, I left the camera in the car, otherwise I'd have some blurry pictures of Sarah looking at the departing foot of a Wiggle or three now.
The four Wiggles gave their usual high-energy show, not coasting or taking it easy at all. Captain Feathersword similarly knocked himself out all through. Wags the Dog, Dorothy the Dinosaur and Henry the Octopus were... well, let's just acknowledge their presence and say they were up to their usual standards.
After the show, Sarah was hungry, so we went to a vendor in the DCU Arena for some food, but he didn't take credit cards or debit cards, and I asked where the ATM was. He pointed the direction, and I struggled across what seemed like a football field full of aimlessly milling herds before getting to the machine, which promptly stole my card. The DCU ATM gave me a receipt that said, "THIS CARD IS NO LONGER ELIGIBLE TO DO TRANSACTIONS. WE HAVE KEPT IT." I warned a couple of people who were about to use the machine. If I could have put a sticker on it, I'd have certainly done that. Instead, I went to the Customer Service booth and asked what could be done. Short answer: nothing, though she suggested that the Box Office sometimes has the cards, so I stopped by there on the way out and the kind fellow behind the glass returned empty-handed, but had found the phone number for me to call and put it on a slip of paper to help me.
We left, with Sarah demanding food and refusing anything that was already available. Supper was taken at a rest stop on Mass Pike, and we finished the journey, though not in silence.
At home, I called the DCU number and was told that the card would probably be shredded, and I should call my bank, which I did. They cancelled the stolen card and said they hadn't heard that one before (about the crazy receipt and all), but I could have a new card in about a week, and I can pick up a temporary card at the bank in the morning.
They didn't know if what DCU did was actionable or not. There was nothing wrong with the card. I use it several times a week. Well, I did.
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Morning: a visit from my dad's sister, passing through on her way up to Maine. We went to Friendly's and had a nice breakfast (not fast food, or even medium), then came home and talked as much as Sarah would permit, and then our visitors were on their way.
Noon: a light lunch of soup, with some crackers.
Afternoon: off to Worcester, MA, for the Wiggles concert. Or, as they said it, "Woo-ster." Close. (The locals say "wuss-ter.") Technically, we were late, but so were enough other people that they didn't start the show until we were comfortable in the excellent seats Cathy had purchased. We were down front, on the floor, next to an aisle so Sarah could dance. Which she did, all through the show. She knows all the moves. Three of the four Wiggles went right by us. Naturally, I left the camera in the car, otherwise I'd have some blurry pictures of Sarah looking at the departing foot of a Wiggle or three now.
The four Wiggles gave their usual high-energy show, not coasting or taking it easy at all. Captain Feathersword similarly knocked himself out all through. Wags the Dog, Dorothy the Dinosaur and Henry the Octopus were... well, let's just acknowledge their presence and say they were up to their usual standards.
After the show, Sarah was hungry, so we went to a vendor in the DCU Arena for some food, but he didn't take credit cards or debit cards, and I asked where the ATM was. He pointed the direction, and I struggled across what seemed like a football field full of aimlessly milling herds before getting to the machine, which promptly stole my card. The DCU ATM gave me a receipt that said, "THIS CARD IS NO LONGER ELIGIBLE TO DO TRANSACTIONS. WE HAVE KEPT IT." I warned a couple of people who were about to use the machine. If I could have put a sticker on it, I'd have certainly done that. Instead, I went to the Customer Service booth and asked what could be done. Short answer: nothing, though she suggested that the Box Office sometimes has the cards, so I stopped by there on the way out and the kind fellow behind the glass returned empty-handed, but had found the phone number for me to call and put it on a slip of paper to help me.
We left, with Sarah demanding food and refusing anything that was already available. Supper was taken at a rest stop on Mass Pike, and we finished the journey, though not in silence.
At home, I called the DCU number and was told that the card would probably be shredded, and I should call my bank, which I did. They cancelled the stolen card and said they hadn't heard that one before (about the crazy receipt and all), but I could have a new card in about a week, and I can pick up a temporary card at the bank in the morning.
They didn't know if what DCU did was actionable or not. There was nothing wrong with the card. I use it several times a week. Well, I did.
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