Stop carding me!Posted: Updated:
STOP CARDING ME! I can't take it anymore. My wallet is about to explode. Unfortunately, not because of too much money, but because of what I need to present to use my money. Cards, cards and more cards. I feel like the 3 3/8"x 2 1/8" piece of plastic has taken over my life.
It all started when I was 8 years old. I thought it was cool to have a library card. At 16, it was even cooler to have a driver's license. Of course, with my overly protective parents, that meant investing in a AAA card.
Now that I could drive, there were so many places to go. That's when I learned you should judge a wallet by the number of slots it has in it. In went the ATM card, the credit card, the Blockbuster card, the Starbucks card, and once I went off to college, the USC student ID card. And get this, I had to use that card to get my parking garage card.
After that, I was on my own. I've gotta eat. In went the grocery store cards ... from three different stores. When I graduated and got a job, in went the insurance card, the security gate card, the media pass card. Of course, I am never without my beauty supply card, my frozen yogurt card, my company work card, and my social security card.
As I life goes, I know I will be adding to my card collection. I should reserve some space for an AARP card, a medicare card, and of course, my senior-citizen discount cards. STOP CARDING ME!