Pet Peeve

Today here on the hilltop we’re going to discuss a pet peeve of mine. We’re not going to talk about the fact that the lady from the Children’s Sunday School committee didn’t show up for our meeting. We’re not going to talk about how frustrated I am that I can’t seem to get anyone’s attention, and that Ann’s safety is of little concern to the powers that be at my church. We’re not going to talk about that fact that I have admitted temporary defeat and Ann and I are just going to stay home for a few weeks until I stop simmering and can come up with a solution that does not involve me constantly shadowing her everywhere for the rest of my natural born days because my church thinks Jesus goes down better with snacks, or her throat closing up resulting in her dying in Sunday School.

Nope, not gonna talk about any of those things.

What we are going to talk about is the fact that my debit card won’t let me put more than $75 worth of gas in the Mother Ship at a time. At $3.37 a gallon, $75 does not fill up the Mother Ship.

I want to stop for gas as few times as possible, but my debit card won’t let me fill up. And yes, that is the card that takes my money directly out of my bank account, that is mine because I (Sir D, actually) have earned it and it is not a credit or a loan from anyone, but my very own money in my very own account.

But somehow the Visa Company still gets to decide I can only have $75 at a time at the gas station. Weird, because they allow me to spend 4 times that when I’m in the grocery store, but outside at the gas station attached to the grocery store I can only spend $75 of what I may have mentioned is my money.

Thank you for listening to my peeve about Visa Debt Card policies…and stuff. Please feel free to leave me a comment telling me what your peeve is, it is quite cathartic to get it out.