A Small Inconvenience
My library card broke in half last week. The thing snapped clean in two. I nearly cried and felt as though I'd lost my left arm.
This week I went to the library and asked for a replacement. It was no problem but I am now facing an unexpected dilemma. Along with the new card I received a new identification number. A new number! I liked my old number, thank you very much. It was conveniently memorized and I could log on to the library system at a moment's notice. That number was an old buddy. A familiar friend.
I don't believe my fuzzy old brain can remember some fancy new number. Hmmmmph.