Saturday, March 15, 2025

     Today, I went back to the Capital One Café.  I've been using their ATM machine to repair my hacked checking accounts.  'Moe' said that he's the manager, and, acted very strange.  We'd been advised that employees had agreed to be rude to me, and, kick me out, they thought by sex-commers.  He said that I smelled bad.  I smell like Navy weapons' discharges, against my will.  When I pressed, for a response, as a customer, he said the playscripted line that my Capital One card would not be delivered, to the café, for me to pick up.
     I tried my DEBIT cards, for my accounts held by Key Bank, and, U.S. Bank.  Both showed a strange error message.

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