Yup....
My wife owns a graphics design company, and I did some work for her company, for which I collected a check today for $13,700. Naturally, I wanted to deposit it, but my name is not on her company account. I figured I'd just use her company debit card, do a deposit, and be done with it.
Well, a very chipper helpful young lady identified herself as the branch manager of the bank, and insisted on helping me do the deposit on their "in house" ATM.
"Just insert the card right there", she instructed, which I did. Immediately, the screen showed up "Please contact your banking authority".
Uh oh. I pulled the card out, and noted that it had expired in January 2015.
"No Problem", the cheery branch manager offered, "we'll just do it at my desk!"
She used the expired debit card to get the account number, then looked up our accounts. We have a number of accounts, as i also own a couple of businesses.
For the first time, though, she wasn't smiling a big friendly smile, and she looked at me and said, "You're not Linda*!"
I just couldn't help myself... I got all serious looking, and said, "in this day and age of gender identification and confusion, are you SURE you should be making such a declaration?" I managed not to smile.
She looked horrified, taken aback, speechless.....
Finally, she stammered... "well, um... that doesn't matter, since you're only making a deposit, and you have your ID". (She never asked for ID)
I explained to her I was only kidding, and she took a deep breath, then laughed, then gave me the receipt for the deposit. She laughed again, and said, "you really had me going, there!"
What interesting times in which we live!
*not my wife's real name.
My wife owns a graphics design company, and I did some work for her company, for which I collected a check today for $13,700. Naturally, I wanted to deposit it, but my name is not on her company account. I figured I'd just use her company debit card, do a deposit, and be done with it.
Well, a very chipper helpful young lady identified herself as the branch manager of the bank, and insisted on helping me do the deposit on their "in house" ATM.
"Just insert the card right there", she instructed, which I did. Immediately, the screen showed up "Please contact your banking authority".
Uh oh. I pulled the card out, and noted that it had expired in January 2015.
"No Problem", the cheery branch manager offered, "we'll just do it at my desk!"
She used the expired debit card to get the account number, then looked up our accounts. We have a number of accounts, as i also own a couple of businesses.
For the first time, though, she wasn't smiling a big friendly smile, and she looked at me and said, "You're not Linda*!"
I just couldn't help myself... I got all serious looking, and said, "in this day and age of gender identification and confusion, are you SURE you should be making such a declaration?" I managed not to smile.
She looked horrified, taken aback, speechless.....
Finally, she stammered... "well, um... that doesn't matter, since you're only making a deposit, and you have your ID". (She never asked for ID)
I explained to her I was only kidding, and she took a deep breath, then laughed, then gave me the receipt for the deposit. She laughed again, and said, "you really had me going, there!"
What interesting times in which we live!
*not my wife's real name.
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