This was a scary moment. Went to the bank to order a new debt card and she handed me the paperwork. It was the basic stuff: name, account number etc.
I got to the address line and for the life of me, I could NOT remember my address. I skipped over it so the woman wouldnt see me standing there contemplating my personal info and call security.
I got through the rest of the questions and still had no clue as to my address. I kept coming up with the number 7180 which I knew wasnt it but I couldnt get past it.
Finally, I slipped my checkbook open under the guise of confirming my account number and got my address off of the check. Sadly, there was no AHA! moment. I just thought 'well, if its on the check, it must be right'.
I got back out to the car and told DH what happened and he reminded me that 7180 was our house number in NY...7 years ago. Egads!
I think I need some Ginko! (and maybe a brain scan?)
I got to the address line and for the life of me, I could NOT remember my address. I skipped over it so the woman wouldnt see me standing there contemplating my personal info and call security.
I got through the rest of the questions and still had no clue as to my address. I kept coming up with the number 7180 which I knew wasnt it but I couldnt get past it.
Finally, I slipped my checkbook open under the guise of confirming my account number and got my address off of the check. Sadly, there was no AHA! moment. I just thought 'well, if its on the check, it must be right'.
I got back out to the car and told DH what happened and he reminded me that 7180 was our house number in NY...7 years ago. Egads!
I think I need some Ginko! (and maybe a brain scan?)