I had heard of the problem oldies have with memory loss but I never thought I would suffer a memory breakdown. But now I have. It was embarrassing for me and for my step-daughter. Oh, if only I could go back and put things right.
We were out for lunch, something we do when she comes to see me. This time I had insisted on paying and attempted to pay with my card. It was fine until the guy at the till asked for my pin number.
What pin number?
I don’t have a pin number!
The more they explained the worse it got. I racked what’s left of my brains but could not come up with a number. It is about three or four months since I last used the card so there was nothing useful coming into my head. I couldn’t remember actually having a number.
I cringed at the sight of several pairs of eyes on me but fortunately my step-daughter had her card and so saved the day.
But not me. Nothing was likely to save my embarrassment.
If this is my fate for the future, I do NOT relish it one little bit.
However, after consultation with the bank I have been reminded, by post, of the number … one that has been lurking in my mind for the past few days. It pleases me to say that I hadn’t forgotten it, just mislaid it somewhere in the old memory box.
I have a feeling that number is going to stick in my mind forever more, along with the memory loss.