Pioneer Plaza, Downtown Honolulu, Hawai`i
On the way to lunch just now, I stopped at the ATM at Bank of Hawaii's main branch and withdrew some cash.
Along with my not-so-trusty Access card (more on that in a bit) and a crisp twenty-dollar bill, this is what came out.
That's right. Blank.
And no, it wasn't an empty ink cartridge, either. There wasn't even an attempt to print anything. I was wondering why the saps ahead of me were scratching their heads...
A pity. Especially since the fancy new receipts are clearly designed to assuage my fears over how the Y2K rollover would affect my account.
Welp. I don't feel any safer.
Man. It is so not a good week for ol' Bankoh.
Just a couple of days ago I got a call from their data center informing me that someone had recently wandered off with one of their computers, and that my Access card number was one of the bits of information it was known to store. They had to block the account and a new card is already in the mail.
And word is the bank is going to have even more bad news to report within the month, as their ongoing corporate restructuring comes to a head.
Still, I'm sticking with 'em. They love college kids... and besides, First Hawaiian's commercials annoy the hell out of me.