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So, this past weekend was Anime North, a Canadian Anime/Gaming Convention. I got invited to come by some friends so I packed my costume (Its a big pink fluffy thing with a tambourine, and is also someones avvie picture. o.o! I swear, its relevant.) and off I went.
Little did I know I had to warn my bank I was traveling, and they closed my accounts. I called them up after trying 3 different ATMs and checking my status online. I explained WHERE I was, several times, and what had happened. The first woman I got claimed she saw nobody trying to access my account, not even me, and that I was fine to take out money.
After ~20 minutes (of .69/minute roaming charges... damnit...) of arguing, I ask for someone higher up because there was something wrong with my account, and not the various ATMs. Next rep I got put me on hold for close to 10 minutes, came back and once again claimed the accounts were never touched and there was something wrong with the ATMs. I asked for a manager. I got an attitude, and cue another ~15 minute wait, finally I got a manager. I explained, quite loudly as some people stopped to stare, that I was in Canada, TRYING to take money out of an ATM, and that I had three receipts that claimed my bank card was declined. I listed names of ATMs, locations, and withdrawal numbers. I explained how I've spent the last half hour-45 minutes watching people with American bank cards use these ATMs and receive money. Finally, the phone rep, who gives me the vocalized version of a cat-butt face tells me she has to switch my account to allow withdrawals from Canada.
....I told each rep WHERE I was, what HOTEL in what CITY I was staying at. Argh. Took me an hr and a half to get my bank card working.
That was Friday. Saturday comes around and I pop into my costume (handmade. <3 I was so proud of myself when I first made it.) and go skipping and dancing off to enjoy the convention. The lure of new shiny and plushie objects sucked me into the dealers hall, which is, as usual, packed full.
In my extreme glee I became something of a two year old, getting stopped for pictures every few seconds, being asked to dance, attacked for hugs and other convention-like tidings. I stopped at a table that LOOKED like it had a good deal. It had paper posters (Instead of cloth wallscrolls) that were a bit sturdier then other posters I had seen around, and a sign proclaiming "5 for 1". No money signs, no other words. Just "5 for 1". I thought I stumbled on a great deal of 5 posters for a dollar :3 I picked out three I really were in love with, and two gifts for friends. I call over the vendor keep and hand him the dollar coin and point to the posters I picked out. I fully accept my brain burp and should of asked about the sign, I guess.. The vendor sighed and went "You read it wrong."
Me: "Oh! Sorry! ^^;"
*I put back the two gift posters, as I wasnt going to spend $5 on a generic paper poster for gifts.*
Me: Gimmie one sec. ^^; Is American OK too? or would you like it all in Canadian?
Vendor: Canadian.
Me: Ok. *I'm rummaging through my wallet that I built into my tambourine for the costume. It jingles a little but nothing too bad. I handed the vendor the first two $2 coins I grabbed* For this one.. *points to one of the posters, and went back into my wallet to grab a $10 bill.*
Vendor: Look, its FIVE PER POSTER. I'm denying this sale. Take your stupidity somewhere else. *He grabs the three posters I was buying turns around, with my $5 in coins in his hand still and walks off*
I yelled after him, I was either getting my money or my poster! Now, My tambourine/wallet can get loud if I'm moving a bunch (thats kind of the point) So, I jingle as I chase the vendor. He turns around and throws my money onto the counter where other people are busy looking/doing business. He screams at me to "shut that thing up!" and continues to walk off as I chase down my money. I was a little hurt that I didn't get my poster after I paid for it and that someone was so rude. ; ; Some guest who were in earshot gave me a hug and told me to beat him with the tambourine next time I saw him.
One girl even offered to buy me the poster the guy walked off with, in cloth form. I thanked her and said it was ok. I left the dealers room and enjoyed the rest of my night, in somewhat of a foul mood.
Sunday comes, I enjoy the end of my convention, and for a treat for dinner me and my hotel-roomies decided to get food we could bring back to the room, instead of living on the munchies we had brought with us. We have some allergies between the four of us. I can't eat shrimp, one is allergic to peanuts, and the other chicken. So we were trying to be careful about ordering food that we could all share. Pizza is a usual staple for us, so we walked over and asked about their sauce (as some places can use chicken broth in it) The woman at the counter didn't know, and called over someone else to ask. The new woman said "Fuck do I know. Who the hell has heard of someone allergic to chicken before?" and walked off. No pizza for us. We passed by a few other places that cooked food in peanut oils, or sea food places, and stopped at a ribs place. We asked a few questions just to make sure it was safe, and picked up meals without a problem.
Monday morning, all packed up and ready to go home, I tried to spend the last of my Canadian money in the gift shop as the hotel didn't have enough to convert me back into American. The gift shop employee told me and my friends to leave the shop because we "looked like shoplifters". I just gave up and we went home.
*deep breath* My weekend was FUN, but yeesh... I really was ready to beat people with things by the end of the week.
Little did I know I had to warn my bank I was traveling, and they closed my accounts. I called them up after trying 3 different ATMs and checking my status online. I explained WHERE I was, several times, and what had happened. The first woman I got claimed she saw nobody trying to access my account, not even me, and that I was fine to take out money.
After ~20 minutes (of .69/minute roaming charges... damnit...) of arguing, I ask for someone higher up because there was something wrong with my account, and not the various ATMs. Next rep I got put me on hold for close to 10 minutes, came back and once again claimed the accounts were never touched and there was something wrong with the ATMs. I asked for a manager. I got an attitude, and cue another ~15 minute wait, finally I got a manager. I explained, quite loudly as some people stopped to stare, that I was in Canada, TRYING to take money out of an ATM, and that I had three receipts that claimed my bank card was declined. I listed names of ATMs, locations, and withdrawal numbers. I explained how I've spent the last half hour-45 minutes watching people with American bank cards use these ATMs and receive money. Finally, the phone rep, who gives me the vocalized version of a cat-butt face tells me she has to switch my account to allow withdrawals from Canada.
....I told each rep WHERE I was, what HOTEL in what CITY I was staying at. Argh. Took me an hr and a half to get my bank card working.
That was Friday. Saturday comes around and I pop into my costume (handmade. <3 I was so proud of myself when I first made it.) and go skipping and dancing off to enjoy the convention. The lure of new shiny and plushie objects sucked me into the dealers hall, which is, as usual, packed full.
In my extreme glee I became something of a two year old, getting stopped for pictures every few seconds, being asked to dance, attacked for hugs and other convention-like tidings. I stopped at a table that LOOKED like it had a good deal. It had paper posters (Instead of cloth wallscrolls) that were a bit sturdier then other posters I had seen around, and a sign proclaiming "5 for 1". No money signs, no other words. Just "5 for 1". I thought I stumbled on a great deal of 5 posters for a dollar :3 I picked out three I really were in love with, and two gifts for friends. I call over the vendor keep and hand him the dollar coin and point to the posters I picked out. I fully accept my brain burp and should of asked about the sign, I guess.. The vendor sighed and went "You read it wrong."
Me: "Oh! Sorry! ^^;"
*I put back the two gift posters, as I wasnt going to spend $5 on a generic paper poster for gifts.*
Me: Gimmie one sec. ^^; Is American OK too? or would you like it all in Canadian?
Vendor: Canadian.
Me: Ok. *I'm rummaging through my wallet that I built into my tambourine for the costume. It jingles a little but nothing too bad. I handed the vendor the first two $2 coins I grabbed* For this one.. *points to one of the posters, and went back into my wallet to grab a $10 bill.*
Vendor: Look, its FIVE PER POSTER. I'm denying this sale. Take your stupidity somewhere else. *He grabs the three posters I was buying turns around, with my $5 in coins in his hand still and walks off*
I yelled after him, I was either getting my money or my poster! Now, My tambourine/wallet can get loud if I'm moving a bunch (thats kind of the point) So, I jingle as I chase the vendor. He turns around and throws my money onto the counter where other people are busy looking/doing business. He screams at me to "shut that thing up!" and continues to walk off as I chase down my money. I was a little hurt that I didn't get my poster after I paid for it and that someone was so rude. ; ; Some guest who were in earshot gave me a hug and told me to beat him with the tambourine next time I saw him.
One girl even offered to buy me the poster the guy walked off with, in cloth form. I thanked her and said it was ok. I left the dealers room and enjoyed the rest of my night, in somewhat of a foul mood. Sunday comes, I enjoy the end of my convention, and for a treat for dinner me and my hotel-roomies decided to get food we could bring back to the room, instead of living on the munchies we had brought with us. We have some allergies between the four of us. I can't eat shrimp, one is allergic to peanuts, and the other chicken. So we were trying to be careful about ordering food that we could all share. Pizza is a usual staple for us, so we walked over and asked about their sauce (as some places can use chicken broth in it) The woman at the counter didn't know, and called over someone else to ask. The new woman said "Fuck do I know. Who the hell has heard of someone allergic to chicken before?" and walked off. No pizza for us. We passed by a few other places that cooked food in peanut oils, or sea food places, and stopped at a ribs place. We asked a few questions just to make sure it was safe, and picked up meals without a problem.
Monday morning, all packed up and ready to go home, I tried to spend the last of my Canadian money in the gift shop as the hotel didn't have enough to convert me back into American. The gift shop employee told me and my friends to leave the shop because we "looked like shoplifters". I just gave up and we went home.
*deep breath* My weekend was FUN, but yeesh... I really was ready to beat people with things by the end of the week.
Or were these jackasses you had to put up with not from there?
even if some of the venders suck.
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