People are funny. Seriously.
As I’ve mentioned we just recently moved. The other day, we went to my husband’s bank to do some paperwork stuff, and while we were there, we decided to add my name to this particular account.
**Sidenote: We are on each other’s accounts in everything else, this just happens to be one that my name is not on.
So anyways, we were attempting to add my name to the account, but because my driver’s license has my old address, and not the new one, the woman assisting us couldn’t add me to the account.
She then asked, “Well, how about another form of ID or something else with your new address?”
Yes, that would be okay, except I didn’t have anything else quite yet, with the new address. Apparently that was a problem.
The bank lady said, and I quote: “Don’t you have anything with your name and new address? I mean a utility bill or something?”
No, not yet bank lady. I just changed my address on lotsa stuff, but no I don’t have anything quite yet, with my new address.
“You have nothing in your name?” she said as she glared at my husband.
Take it easy bank lady, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I am not a “kept woman” by any stretch of the imagination.
Before you keep giving “dagger eyes” to my husband, you need to check yourself. My husband and I are equals in EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. Just because the electric bill happens to be in his name and not mine, does not mean that he is controlling. This is not “Sleeping With the Enemy”, k?
Back the eff up, bank lady…