Well, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t come up with the other $1,000 we were short for my husband’s tuition. I made a joke to my husband about selling his tools – he didn’t think that was funny and quickly hid the most expensive ones just in case.
I also joked that my husband should perhaps skip this semester…
Considering this is his last semester before graduation, he thought that was even less funny.
We tried to negotiate with the school in person again. Turns out, the staff is just as unfriendly face to face as they are over the phone.
So…I was forced to make the call I was dreading. I had to *gulp* call Bank of America and ask for money. Even though the card was thoroughly shredded, I had not yet permanently closed the account.
I did stumble when they asked, ‘Has the card been lost or stolen?’
‘Um. Scissored?’ I answered.
They were more than happy to Fed-Ex me a new set of cards…
with a higher credit line and a zero percent interest rate.
Apparently we’re both a little desperate.