“Blue Sky Shining on Me…”

I don’t know why, but tragedies always seem to happen in the early hours of the morning. This one was no exception; the flashing lights, the sobbing, the endless questions that may never be answered, the realization that death is just a part of life. But still…why, why my dishwasher, why the week before Thanksgiving when we had 20 people coming over for dinner? WHY???

On the morning of its demise, I turned on my much needed appliance to see the “Auto” and “Heavy” lights flashing, that sad omen of dishwasher death. Of course it was just two months out of warranty; but then I married a sensible man who keeps all of his receipts and buys appliances with his American Express card for their extended warranty.

I had one job. I had to call American Express because my name was on the card. It was a Blue Sky card, a clear one with silver writing that even the youngest pair of eyes has trouble seeing, let alone my middle-aged peepers.

pexels-photo-blue sky

I called. Francisco answered. I had to put him on speaker phone so I could understand his accent. I could tell immediately that Francisco was not having a good day. After giving him information to prove I’m me, he asked for the card number. Now, in my defense, I have never used a Blue Sky card before and felt that it was not outside the realm of possibility for it to be “different” than other credit cards.

“My card number is…8-0-0-E-T…Francisco, this is the weirdest card number I’ve ever seen…small letter h-2-5-2-5…”

“T?” Francisco was incredulous.

“Yes, T like in Thomas…Hey, wait a minute…that’s not right!”

And then, there it was, “NHIC ENNAXOR” It looked like the name of a new Star Wars planet, but it was just mine upside down in the upper right-hand corner.

“OH MY GOSH! Francisco, I’m reading my card upside down!”

I was laughing uncontrollably. Francisco was not amused.

I had tears in my eyes and could barely breathe let alone speak, but, in the midst of it all, I did somehow manage to turn my card right side up and read the correct numbers. Through it all Francisco maintained his civility, while I had to ask him repeatedly to “Please hold on a moment” so I could make an attempt at some form of self-control.

In the end our dishwasher was repaired with money to spare. Maybe I should call American Express and thank them? But then, I think of poor Francisco answering my call.

I guess it’s really not that big a deal.

The beautiful picture of ‘blue skies’ is complements of Pexel, a free picture site.

About Not That Big a Deal

Roxanne has a gift for writing and making people laugh. She enjoys sharing both with as many as she can.
This entry was posted in appliances, credit cards, Family, Humor, The Human Spirit, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s