WHY MY DEBIT CARD HAS TRUST ISSUES WITH ME
WHY MY DEBIT CARD HAS TRUST ISSUES WITH ME I always suspected my debit card had feelings. Not emotions like joy or sadness, no. I’m talking pure judgmental, side-eye, “I know what you did last Friday night” kind of feelings. The first clue was when I tried to buy a pack of gum at the corner store and it declined me. Not once, not twice, but three times. I looked at the screen like it had personally betrayed me. “Do you even know me?” I whispered. The card, of course, said nothing—but I felt it staring at me, like it knew I also couldn’t resist a 3 a.m. online sneaker drop. .