Now isn't THIS a wonderful set of events...

[teddog]

I take after my father in that I look very, very young for my age. People at work think I'm in high school. Usually this isn't a problem; people take a guess that I'm young, then I correct them, we laugh about it and all go on our merry way.

Today happened to be different.

I went to the bank to do some banking at the teller. I hand her my card and she brings up the account screen, looks at it for a moment and then says "I don't think this is your account".

When someone says that to you, that's damn scary! With the amount of fraud in the area, we're a bit on edge and my first thought is "OMG, we're all going to die!"

So I asked her "What do you mean it's not my account?". I went shopping just last night with that card on debit and the PIN worked! It better be my card!

She looks at me, looks at the screen and asks "What's your age?"

My mind is thinking "Oh no... not again!". I tell her bluntly "I'm 22."

The teller shakes her head, as if I'm some punk kid looking for fast cash. "I'd like to see some photo ID."

Wait.... WHAT? Photo ID? At the bank? This is my home branch too! True, I rarely go there and live here, there and everywhere in the province, but the card should have listed the transactions from the mall last night.

I fished out my driver's license and she goes over it in great detail, even comparing the signatures on the back of the license and the bank card!

Finally she decides that yeah, that is my DAMN card and she can serve me. But was that all really needed? She wouldn't tell me why I needed to get asked more questions to do banking with a teller than I asked while crossing the US/Canada border. I'm guessing it was my appearence. :-(

Comments

[slwatson.livejournal.com]

Ah, small-minded bueracratic types. Lovely.

[commanderteddog.livejournal.com]

I think banks employees are mostly failed politicians, thus explaining the wackiness that surrounds them.

[krwalker.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'd rather people scrutinize the crap out of me, than be lax and let everyone get away with everything. Of course, I check people's ID's at work. In fact, I was in the middle of a rush and I asked a lady for her ID, because she had "Ask for ID" written on the back of her card in big, freaking black sharpie letters, and then she got mad at me for asking because she had to go back out to her car to get her ID.

...people are stupid.

[commanderteddog.livejournal.com]

My issue isn't that she scrutinized me more than she jumped on my age. Because apparently people in their early 20s don't look like teenagers and I'm getting sick of looking like a 16 year old. Nobody else that she dealt with got their ID checked, yet they were much older than me. Hrmm...

Wait... don't you work at Starbucks? Do you ID for legal coffee drinking age or are they IDing in the states for debit cards now?