It is not often that a letter from the bank makes one literally breathless with laughter.
Yesterday morning, hubby and I zooted past the local post office to fetch our mail. On the way home in the car, I started sorting through the envelopes. There was the usual uninspiring haul of telephone account, rates and taxes account, letter from an insurance company, and several bank statements. Nothing really to fill one’s heart with joy and gladness.
It was only when I had a closer look at the bank statements, that I did a double-take, before I started giggling helplessly.
Instead of the latest bank statement being addressed to Dr …. (hubby has a PhD in electrical engineering), it was addressed to Able Seaman ….
What on earth… ?!
For pretty much all of our adult lives, we have been with the same bank.
We hold several accounts with them, and have regularly updated our contact details, and FICA’d ourselves, and such like.
As a result, our bank knows pretty much everything about us, unfortunately, as banks do.
So, why had Our Bank suddenly decided that my beloved had joined the SA Navy?
And that he had attained the rank of Able Seaman?
I know! I know! [Lightbulb moment.]
Perhaps our bank manager had read My Blog, and seen that I have a weakness for men in uniform, and particularly for those dashing officers of the Navy in their spick-and-span white uniforms?
Perhaps this had led him to the conclusion that hubby had changed his career, and was now a seafaring sailor?
Heck, perhaps they know something I don’t?
Honey, I think we need to talk…
The answer is probably far more mundane than that. Most likely, the poor person tasked with printing out the monthly bank statements had clicked the wrong shortcut key. But we don’t mind, all that laughing sure did us good!! And I wonder what rank they’ll give him next month? Captain or Commander? 😉