My debit card is damaged, so I called up Wells Fargo to get a replacement. I got a cheery robot voice telling me what my options were. None of them were about debit cards. The cheery robot voice said I could say what I was looking for. I said “damaged debit card.” The cheery robot voice said “Sorry, I could not find that” and repeated the menu. I hung up.
I tried again, this time selecting the keypad option. Again, no option for debit cards. I selected Account information. Maybe that would have something. No, the cheery robot was back and pronounced EVERY. SINGLE. DIGIT. in my checking account and the last several deposits. I tried again and still got nowhere.
I looked up the number for the local branch and called them. The teller said “Let me transfer you to our 1-800 line.” I said “NONONONONO! DON’T YOU DARE SEND ME THERE! (My inner redneck really comes out when I’m flustered) I couldn’t get through the voice menu system and I want to talk to a live person.” She said all I had to do was keep pressing the 0 button until I got a live person. Nowhere do they say that on the website, and the cheery robot doesn’t tell you that either. I said “All right, I’ll try that, but if it don’t work, I’m calling you back!”
So I got transferred. The cheery robot voice was back and asked me for my account number. I pressed 0. The cheery robot voice said “0 (pause) is not a valid account number. Please try again.” I pressed 0 again. The cheery robot voice said “0 (pause) is not a valid account number. Please try again.” So I spammed 0 as much as possible out of frustration, but it worked. I finally got a live person and got the deed done.
But SATAN wasn’t finished with me yet. The teller said “I notice you use your debit card a lot. How would you like to make some extra money using your debit card?”
First of all, I realize my financial dealings aren’t private. Any transaction I make will somehow wind up as an advertisement for the thing I bought on Facebook and Gmail. I’ll become a marketing target, and that’s the nature of the beast. BUT I DON’T LIKE TO HEAR SOMEONE TELLING ME OUT LOUD THAT THEY’RE LOOKING AT MY TRANSACTIONS!
Second of all, when somebody I don’t know is telling me “How would you like to make some extra money,” I immediately become suspicious. If I make extra money from buying stuff, then the money has to come from somewhere, and I’m sure it will eventually be me. I said “How much money?” This obviously wasn’t in her script, so she told me “Oh, a pretty good amount” and how she could sign me up. I said just send me an email or something and I’ll think about it. She said she’d transfer me to whatever department takes care of that. I hung up. I just wanted a stupid new debit card. I don’t want to be hooked into more deals. Get thee behind me, Satan! Far, far behind me!