The next day, I hustled my bustle on down to the bank to close out my savings account and deposit that money into my chequing. My savings account has always very small, no more than $100, since I only ever used it for PayPal transactions. I thought if my PayPal account was ever hacked (and it was) the hackers would get no more than $100 (and they didn’t). I hadn’t used PayPal in two years, so I figured now’s the time to close out that account and use whatever money is still in it to offset the cost of the painting.
Liz was the friendly teller who waited on me, whose fingers fairly flew over the keys on her terminal as she carried out the transaction. “OK then,” she said, “so the $700 dollars in your savings account is now in your chequing.”
“Excuse me?”
She raised her voice and repeated, “I moved the $700 dollars in your savings into your chequing.”
The sound of my jaw hitting the floor.
“Ma’am? Are you OK?”
“700?” I said when I recovered my powers of speech.
“Yes,” she said slowly, squinting her eyes. “You weren’t expecting that much?”
“Nowhere near!”
“Oh. Well then, this is a good day for you.”
“You have no idea!”
I was so rattled, I didn’t even ask her where the extra money had come from.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“What? Oh, well, now that you mention it, I’m out of cheques and I was wondering how much to order some new ones.”
Again the fierce clicking of keys.
“Well, as your account is paperless, I can order you 50 free cheques…Ma’am?” she said as my jaw became momentarily unhinged again.
“But last time I ordered online and I had to pay!”
“Sure, cuz you ordered the fancy-schmacy cheques. The plain ones are free.”
“Uh huh. Sooo what you’re telling me is that I have over $600 I never knew I had, plus I can get free cheques?”
“Yup!”
“I am having an awesome day!”
She started to laugh.
“So is there anything else I can do for you?”
“If there is, I can’t imagine what it could be! You’re just an angel!”
“Oh thanks!” she giggled as I turned to go. “And you have a good day, sweetie…er, I mean, Mrs. Beaudoin.”
Bottom line? I have more than enough to cover the painting without dipping into any household monies. I retrieved my “intention paper” from my God box when I got home and wrote on the back, “Prayer answered the next day! The money was in my account all along!” Turns out, the money was my tax refund. It had been in my account since April. I never checked it because like I said, I only ever used that account for PayPal. I guess I assumed the refund had gone into our joint account at another bank. Never in a million years would I have thought to look in my savings! And I’m still not clear on how Revenue Canada got that account number. But pish-tosh! The money was where I needed it, exactly when I needed it. And that’s good enough for me!
This stuff works, folks! And ain’t I glad!
