Is it the Credit Card?

Ah, the vagaries of using credit cards.  Today as I returned home with the new puppy, I stopped for gas in Calera, Oklahoma.  I pump gas for myself all the time.  I scanned the card and the pump display instructed me to select the grade of gasoline.  I pushed the “Regular” button.  Nothing happened.  I pressed it again.  Still nothing.  Finally the transaction timed out.

I tried to start the transaction over again.  I got a message to “See cashier.”  I was informed that I had to remove the nozzle from the pump before selecting the grade.  Um, OK.  I finally got mad and left.

About an hour later, I stopped for gas again.  This time the message was “See attendant.”  When I checked, I was told that my card was refused for being used “too frequently.”  Luckily, I had plenty of cash and managed to get gas.

Then I tried to call the card’s “emergency number.”  Huh!  After going through a long routine which involved returning to the store to find someone to tell me what certain letters were on a regular push-button phone, entering the long credit card number and pressing a bunch of buttons, I finally spoke to a person.  I needed to call customer service.  That was a different phone number, but they could transfer me.  When that new connection asked for the credit card number, etc. I blew a gasket.

By now I was paranoid.  So when I had to go buy dog food, I didn’t even try the credit card.

Once I finally connected with the credit card company, I was told that there were no holds or denials on my card.  If I wanted to be sure, I should use it.

The local grocery store approved it immediately.

Sue E comes to Oklahoma

Here is the story in pictures.

As soon as I got her outside, I let her walk around.  I started looking for a toy and the first thing that I found was a soft baseball.  She loved it.


She was pretty good on the way home.  She had a fit for the first few miles.  But eventually she settled down and was quiet as long as the van was moving.  I stopped once to walk her (success!) and give her some cheese from my Egg McMuffin.  (We started bait training early!)  She didn’t want to come out of the crate when I stopped.

When I got home, she wasn’t sure about coming out of the crate:


But then she decided that she would try it:


BOB and Giggles were intrigued:


She wasn’t so sure about them, backing as far away as she could:


But that didn’t last long:



Motel 6 at DFW

This was my ultra-efficient room at the Motel 6.  On the far right you can just catch a glimpse of the TV mounted on the wall above the table.  It reminded me of some apartments that I have seen on TV from Japan.  I was standing at the door and the bathroom was on my left.  The tub/shower and the sink were set on an angle so as to open up some floor space.  It was a very efficient use of space.