What’s in a Name and Credit Card Bill | Wednesday’s wife
In our group of friends, there is a story that is told about once a year about two of the guys who somehow pocketed each other’s credit cards. There’s a lot of laughter about how some accusations came up on one of the guys’ statements – to the tune of $ 250 or so – confusing him before he knew it.
How can this happen? Who doesn’t look to see they have the right credit card?
It turns out me.
We went a few weeks ago with friends golfing, guys and shopping, wives, to Myrtle Beach.
We were almost dizzy going out and traveling after being indoors for over a year – we were all fully vaccinated. But that is not the subject of this column.
On the first morning of our stay, several women ate breakfast in the condo’s on-site restaurant.
When our server brought back the credit cards we used to pay for our meals, my friend and I laughed at the way he had changed our bills. She was billed for my breakfast and I was billed for hers. We felt sorry for the young man who was obviously new to his job and hadn’t quite found a system to link orders to invoices. We didn’t tell him anything. He had brought me a different breakfast than what I ordered and was already pissed off about it.
Then it happened again the next day. My breakfast billed on my friend’s card. And we don’t even look alike. We laughed about it again. Poor kid.
A few days after we got home, my friend sent her receipt for a fabric she had bought with my name on it. I said I would check my credit card statement and sent him a screenshot. Sure enough, I had paid for the fabric she was going to make placemats with, and she said she would send a check for the amount.
But when she looked at my screenshot, she noticed that I had also paid for two pairs of shoes that she bought at a mall.
Yikes. We realized that instead of returning the cards to us on the first morning of breakfast, we were putting them back in our wallets and using them that day.
So the poor server we were tsk tsking on couldn’t be blamed for the map confusion – that’s what we gave it.
This is not the first time that I have had the wrong card returned.
Once in the bank’s drive-thru, I pulled my receipt and driver’s license out of the air tube and put them in the passenger seat. It wasn’t until I got home that I saw that I had received someone else’s driver’s license. Again, she looked nothing like me. I went back to the bank and got mine. Apparently the other customer returned my license immediately instead of driving with it.
I should have known we were going to make some laughing mistakes on our trip when we stopped in Hendersonville, NC on our way to Myrtle Beach. I had ordered breakfast online for the four of us at a cafe that our friends said was a great place.
My friend’s husband came in to get our breakfasts and asked for Suzanne’s order. Back in the car, I handed out the cheese cookie sandwiches and found some cookies I hadn’t ordered. Maybe Gene picked them up for us to eat later. He had gone back inside to get us some coffee.
Then I found other pastries that I hadn’t ordered and a credit card receipt with another Suzanne’s name, Suzanne Norte or something like that. I guess there are so few Suzannes, especially in Hendersonville, that someone at the counter thought it was all ours.
We reluctantly sent Gene back inside with the cookies and pastries.
And I laughed a lot.