For example: today I had to settle a hefty bill with my dentist, and as I had to rush home to work - in fact, the whole day was all rush, rush, rush, I couldn't settle it then and there.
But when I logged on, no matter how often I checked, the message kept on coming up that the bank account number was wrong, yet it looked fine!
What could be going on????
So I lost it, and started freaking out. No doubt it upsets the cats, but they just slept through it in the other room. I just hope the neighbours can't hear through the walls, but they probaby can. They must think I'm utterly crazy.
I frantically called the dentist's to explain the problem, as I hate owing money.
Then, finally, I found the error, in the third row of numbers. The third digit, instead of being a zero, was a one. But it was a slightly different type of business than the one I used to have. A way, this time the transaction went ahead.
I do feel ashamed though, whenever this happens. I didn't used to so much freak out in this way precisely when in my twenties or so, but a whole litany of difficult experiences over the decades, that make me suspect dark kafkaesque imaginings, makes me fear anything to do with intricate paperwork these days.