I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

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“I don’t need it anymore,” I replied. Simple. True.

She turned it over in her hands, examining it like it might bite her. “This card hasn’t been used in quite some time,” she said, her tone walking that careful line between observation and judgment. “Are you sure it’s still active?”

“I’m sure.”

“Have you ever used it?”

“Never.”

A tiny sound escaped her—not continue reading …