How do you make money? Simple: find people who don't know much about money, and find a bank that will help those people give you some of their money. The bank gets some money, too. The people who pay the money get the honor of knowing they carried around your picture for a while. It's win-win! Until the publicity gets uncomfortable.

You'd think they'd invented the municipal bond. Apparently the card company figured anyone feather-headed enough to want a card festooned with 100% of the daily recommended dose of Vitamin K wouldn't look too closely at the fee structure. Well:

Here's where the phrase "caveat emptor" comes to mind. If you willingly pay sixty dollars for the privilege of carrying around a Kardashian-splashed useless plastic rectangle for half a year, you've already told the debit-card company you're not too keen on this whole "money" thing. Which is why they probably loaded up the fine print so you're charged a fee just to ask them how much of your money they have:

A little heat, some bad publicity: annnnnd it's over.

That was fast. Say, what bank was it?

Why, a li'l ol' bank in St. Paul, mixed up with those big-city gals? So it seems.