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My third set of checks arrived wrinkled and bent on some of the pages. Okay, okay, I accept because I can’t stand another round. The checks didn’t even come in the traditional check box we have become accustomed to receiving when ordering a batch of new checks, still okay, right? You have to make your own box which is tricky at best. I understand that the bank in question, whose name I can’t devulge, but has a sort of nicky name WAAAAHOOO does all their outside work in India. Oh, now I understand. Don’t you?

Everytime you want to make an old fashioned transaction, like deposite your money, they have to call a manager. If you wish to withdraw, there are a set of questions and proper answers and the showing of specialized documents, none of which I mind. Now, I am concerened that they have relaxed their rules on insurance so that you CAN put all of your eggs in one or two baskets if you are a normal depositer like me. This is scary. I am scared of WAAAAAHOOOO. How about you?

Our bank changed ownership. That is nothing to write home about these days, but getting check is a subject, which has become near and dear to my heart. I need checks, albeit not as many as in the past, but I need checks. I needed them, so I ordered them. I did not do it online, I did not do it over the phone; I went into the new establishment and face to face with the manager, ordered checks.

The checks arrived in a timely manner. They were in Spanish. I speak English. I took them into the bank with my old checks and said, I wanted the new ones to look like the old ones except, of course, the new bank would put their logo in place of the old one and of course it goes without saying, in English. This did not happen.

The checks arrived with my husband’s name on them, then, mine. I worked very hard for some identity, a name of my own. I want my name on my checks, I want them in English and have worked very hard all of my life in one way or another to provide the necessary items to have checks printed in English with my name on them. I await the arrival of the third set of checks. The bond fire looked hot as it burned the first two set of checks. I am thinking, should I have waited for the third set of checks before I lit the fire on the first two?

I knew not to get out of the shower through a different door than I usually use, but I just thought oh well, let’s give it a try. That day turned out to have more than the usual stress, belly aches, head aches and more. There was abuse, intellectual brain death for most of the afternoon, lies, cheating, shootings on the tele, and the news was more than I could fathom.

Oh, I am sure it had nothing to do with getting out of the shower from the wrong door, but how am I to be sure? What do you think? Try it, oh no, on second thought, don’t.