Yesterday, an ATM machine ate my card, but gave me the money. I swear, the hole where the card normally comes out blinked and my hand was ready to grab it. Instead, the money started coming out of the money hole, and then, nothing.
The woman doing the customer support tried to convince me that “most probably” it was nothing. Well, “most probably” wasn’t good enough for me. I had the card canceled.
But when I came to the bank today to request a new one, it turned out the card was in my wallet.
Symptom – hallucination.
Diagnosis – daydreaming in front of an ATM (of non-existing money in my account, no doubt).
Therapy – three weeks without an ATM card.