This could totally apply to debit cards for those of you who, like me, are not huge fans of the credit cards.

Please Don’t Taste My Credit Card!

I have noticed that the employees who have to handle my plastic often are careful with the card to avoid looking like they’re doing bad things with it.  However, there’s always a nut somewhere

I’m a whiner.  Here’s a goofy poem from my trip to the doctor this morning.

For symptoms I went to the doctor
Looking to get some help
What I told her just shocked her
Or that’s what I’m telling myself

She gave me a script for some ointment
Something to deal with signs
I’ll have to make another appointment
If my skin blisters or whines

Each trip to the doc is covered
A thirty dollar co-pay
“Happy Holidays,” she muttered
As I sadly shuffled away

Give me a diagnosis for the problem
Don’t just hand me a fix
I don’t want to mask yet a symptom
So that figures I’ve paid number six