I am a man.
By this, not only do I mean to say that I am a man in the genetic, physical sense, but in the socially accepted sense as well. I like cars. I like women. I like barbecue. I like gadgets. I like video games. The list goes on, but I think you get the point. With all this in mind, allow me to tell you a tale.
A month or so ago, Lindsey and I were out and about town, when we went into a Bank of America so that Lindsey could deposit a check. As we entered, we saw a large window sign for a Hello Kitty designed bank card. Lindsey, overcome with excitement and glee, proceeded to the teller counter to inquire about the card. The teller told her that she could have the card issued at no charge for her personal checking subaccount…
Perhaps I should elaborate somewhat on the nature of her account at this point. Last year, after I proposed, we decided to add a secondary checking and savings account to Lindsey’s general account at Bank of America. This secondary account exists in both of our names. As such, I have a Bank of America card for our joint account, which is under her account.
Where was I? Ah, yes; issuing the card. Lindsey requested her personal checking card to be reissued with the Hello Kitty design, however, it seems that Bank of America got a bit over zealous in issuing cards. Two days ago, I brought the mail into the house, and noticed three similar envelopes, inside of which I could distinctly discern some type of card. Two were addressed to Lindsey, and one, surprisingly, to myself. I proceeded to open mine, and what, you may ask, was waiting within?
My very own Hello Kitty Bank of America bank card.
-Because I said so