The consensus was mixed -- many of my friends had never used one either, while others thrust a dagger through my heart, confirming that yes, I WAS the sole debit-less being left on the planet. But there were enough hold-outs for me to feel confident that there were some cool, successful, sexy people who weren't using debit cards - like me.
But still, I wanted to be cooler. Way cooler.
So yesterday morning, attempting to "up" my coolness quotient, I dressed in the new non-Mom jeans (the waist hits me at the navel, rather than right under the chin) purchased at the
"How can I help you today?" he chirped.
The words just rushed out, like a dam had been unleashed.
"I heard I'm the only one in the world who doesn't have a debit card. Can you help me?
And he did. He punched in a few figures on his computer, looked serious, inquired about the name of my first pet, squinted at the computer screen and announced that I was already set up for debit greatness - I always HAD been.
Apparently I had the potential for coolness all along, just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz always had the power within herself to get home to Kansas. I just didn't know it.