Transplanted Life
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Michelle's credit rating must have been awful
It's ridiculously easy to get credit cards in this country. I never paid my rent on time, frequently missed payments on my bills, all that, but still got an offer for a new, platinum, no-interest-for-six-months credit card in the mail nearly every day. They start sending them to you when you're fourteen or something. And yet, Michelle hasn't gotten many at all while I've been in her body, and several that I did send in for were declined.

Today, though - today I got one in the mail. Maybe I've been doing a better job of living within her means these past five months than Michelle ever did. Heck, maybe this is the first steady job she's ever had. I don't know. I've filled out some paperwork to find out, but that'll take time to come. In the meantime, though, I've got a tiny little piece of plastic with which I can buy things over the internet, do a little Christmas shopping without having to have a bunch of cash on hand - I admit, I do feel a little vulnerable in this body - or going through the hassle that is using a check nowadays. Heck, I can check into a hotel room, rent a car (or even just a movie), or buy a plane ticket.

So why am I not on a plane for Seattle right now? Sure, part of it's the dinky credit limit on this thing - with a $1,000 limit, and the cheapest thing on Expedia for the next week being $775, it doesn't give me a lot of wiggle room. But, I'm also kind of scared of the idea. The life I'm leading isn't wholly mine, but I'm somewhat familiar with it. I know the city, I know people, I can get by. I fly to Seattle, and I'm sort of in enemy territory. And enemy territory isn't a great place to be when you're dealing with people who can rip you right out of your body. Also, I've sort of noticed I suck at being a detective. Considering all that's stacked against me, I want to be ready before I force some sort of confrontation.

In the meantime, though, I've got a little more flexability. Always nice to have.
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