I'm not prepared to go to that length!

I've forgotten my PIN number.

This isn't entirely rare. See, I never really 'remembered' my PIN number- I never possessed it as a string of numbers in my head. My fingers just remembered the pattern you need to make on the keypad to make the money come out. If I walked up to a cash machine, the fingers would just do their thing to make the correct PIN number work. It was like I stored the memory in my finger muscles to save space, or something.

Sometimes, usually when hungover, I'd come up to the machine and...nothing. They fingers wouldn't know the pattern, and then I'd think too much about it and they REALLY wouldn't know the pattern, because it was all done unconciously so thinking about it just totally destroyed the magic.

Since getting back from NZ I've been suffering from mild jetlag (not the type that makes to tired, the type that wakes you up at 3am and doesn't let you go back to sleep), which has left me kind of 'spaced' for most of the day. So whenever I go up to a machine, I just kind of star at it, not knowing how to make the money come out.

I can remember three of the numbers, and they order they are in, but not where they appeared in the string of four (ie- first or last). I also remember that the remaining number is the same as one of the other three. This leaves a total of six possible combinations (assuming I'm remembering correctly), of which I've tried, unsuccessfully, two. Does anyone know if the whole 'machine will eat your card if you get it wrong three times' thing is like, per machine, or collectively? Does it reset itself after a day? I feel like the next time I put my card into the machine, it'll all be over for eating.

So I haven't had any actual cash since I got back from NZ (I don't really like cash, anyway), and I'm constantly asking stores if I can sign for whatever I'm buying "because I don't remember my PIN number", which causes them all to look suspiciously at me, and I told my date on Tuesday that we had to leave this vegan cafe we'd gone to because they didn't take switch (vegans!) and I couldn't remember my PIN number, which made her look at me suspiciously.

So it's all a bit of a bother, really. I suppose I could go into my bank and ask them what it is but, much like applying for tax returns (which I haven't done in four years so I'm probably owed, like, a buttload), that sounds like a length I'm not really prepared to go to.