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[Sorry if this topic has already been brought up]
Do you guys find that American ATMs actually accept foreign bank cards? Has an ATM ever swallowed one of your international cards, and how did you get it back? And just for the record, has anyone dealt with this happening to a Canadian card specifically?
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So, there I was today, enjoying a beautiful sunny day, deciding to grab some cash from a Bank of America ATM in San Diego. I slide my Canadian VISA debit card in, and instead of asking for my PIN, the machine just stares at me and says, "Please insert your card." Long story short: the card was swallowedi>.
I kept hitting the "cancel" button, but nothing. Zero luck.
I head into the Walmart store where the ATM is located, and the clerk there gives me this total "not my problem" look. She tells me they aren't responsible for outside ATMs and there’s absolutely nothing she can do. I was honestly stunned by the attitude. I told her:
- "But I need my card. Who is actually in charge of opening these machines?"
- "There's a specific department that handles that once a week. Your best bet is to go to the Federal Reserve and tell them what happened; they'll get it back to you."
- "Which day? Because I'm heading back to San Bernardino soon."
- "Usually Friday, but sometimes other days. They should be coming tomorrow."
- "And why can't I just pick it up here once the service crew opens the machine?"
She goes to talk to her manager, who basically just waves me off, and comes back with:
- "We aren't responsible for those cards."
- "Fine, can you please just give me the number for the Fed so I can call them? I don't have any data on my phone to look it up."
- "I can't. I don't have time to go looking up numbers for you."
I just stood there giving her a massive "Are you kidding me?" look. Finally, she sighs, grabs a notepad, calls some friend, and gets the name of a guy at the Fed.
- "There, that's the guy. He'll definitely get it back to you."
Not really buying her answer, I head home, find the actual number in the directory, and explain the situation. The guy on the line sounds genuinely confused:
- "The Federal Reserve doesn't handle ATMs located next to retail branches, nor would bank cards ever be sent to us. Sorry."
I call that "not my problem" clerk back at the San Bernardino branch and tell her what he said, but she just repeats the same nonsense.
After about 15 calls to various different numbers, we finally get an answer: apparently, a security firm from San Diego handles it. They supposedly leave swallowed cards at the bank, then send them back to St. Louis to be processed and voided. And the kicker? They won't even be doing that until Wednesday, not tomorrow.
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I've run into this so many times—how American service workers love passing the buck to some other agency or department. It’s like they just woke up on the wrong side of the bed or decided to take their bad mood out on the customers. Why didn't they teach us in school that the customer comes first? That regardless of how crappy your day is, you're supposed to be polite in a professional setting?
I'm closing my Bank of America account after this. Paying a $3.25 monthly fee for an account I only use a couple of times a year isn't worth the headache.
Instead of enjoying my trip, I spent two hours playing "Who and when opens the ATM so I can get my card?" Honestly, I used to find these kinds of puzzles fun when I was a kid, but now that I actually want to spend my precious vacation time with my family, I'm officially over it.
Do you guys find that American ATMs actually accept foreign bank cards? Has an ATM ever swallowed one of your international cards, and how did you get it back? And just for the record, has anyone dealt with this happening to a Canadian card specifically?
***
So, there I was today, enjoying a beautiful sunny day, deciding to grab some cash from a Bank of America ATM in San Diego. I slide my Canadian VISA debit card in, and instead of asking for my PIN, the machine just stares at me and says, "Please insert your card." Long story short: the card was swallowedi>.
I kept hitting the "cancel" button, but nothing. Zero luck.
I head into the Walmart store where the ATM is located, and the clerk there gives me this total "not my problem" look. She tells me they aren't responsible for outside ATMs and there’s absolutely nothing she can do. I was honestly stunned by the attitude. I told her:
- "But I need my card. Who is actually in charge of opening these machines?"
- "There's a specific department that handles that once a week. Your best bet is to go to the Federal Reserve and tell them what happened; they'll get it back to you."
- "Which day? Because I'm heading back to San Bernardino soon."
- "Usually Friday, but sometimes other days. They should be coming tomorrow."
- "And why can't I just pick it up here once the service crew opens the machine?"
She goes to talk to her manager, who basically just waves me off, and comes back with:
- "We aren't responsible for those cards."
- "Fine, can you please just give me the number for the Fed so I can call them? I don't have any data on my phone to look it up."
- "I can't. I don't have time to go looking up numbers for you."
I just stood there giving her a massive "Are you kidding me?" look. Finally, she sighs, grabs a notepad, calls some friend, and gets the name of a guy at the Fed.
- "There, that's the guy. He'll definitely get it back to you."
Not really buying her answer, I head home, find the actual number in the directory, and explain the situation. The guy on the line sounds genuinely confused:
- "The Federal Reserve doesn't handle ATMs located next to retail branches, nor would bank cards ever be sent to us. Sorry."
I call that "not my problem" clerk back at the San Bernardino branch and tell her what he said, but she just repeats the same nonsense.
After about 15 calls to various different numbers, we finally get an answer: apparently, a security firm from San Diego handles it. They supposedly leave swallowed cards at the bank, then send them back to St. Louis to be processed and voided. And the kicker? They won't even be doing that until Wednesday, not tomorrow.
***
I've run into this so many times—how American service workers love passing the buck to some other agency or department. It’s like they just woke up on the wrong side of the bed or decided to take their bad mood out on the customers. Why didn't they teach us in school that the customer comes first? That regardless of how crappy your day is, you're supposed to be polite in a professional setting?
I'm closing my Bank of America account after this. Paying a $3.25 monthly fee for an account I only use a couple of times a year isn't worth the headache.
Instead of enjoying my trip, I spent two hours playing "Who and when opens the ATM so I can get my card?" Honestly, I used to find these kinds of puzzles fun when I was a kid, but now that I actually want to spend my precious vacation time with my family, I'm officially over it.