Archaic

My bank calls me. Whether I have a minute.
Sure.
Well, there’s this offer on a credit card. It’s really a good deal, because it has all these benefits and I’ll never be stuck somewhere without money and the interest is good and basically, there isn’t anything wrong about this offer. The guy’s sales pitch is really good.

Except for one thing. When I come and get the card, I have to bring my husband.

“My husband?”
“Yes, your husband.”
“What for?”
“He has to sign.”
“Sign for what?”
“For the card.”
“But I thought it was for me?”
“Yes it is, but he has to sign.”

Now listen to this. This is my bank, my bank account, my salary, the card will be on my name, my husband has nothing to do with this entire business, he’s not putting money on the account nor taking it off, he doesn’t even do business with this bank, yet he’s got to come in and sign?
Positively archaic.

I remember them calling me somewhere back in March as well, with the same deal. The ‘husband thing’ was an issue then as well. If he’s smart, they’ll write behind my name ‘refuses to bring husband.’