A good friend,
jost, asked me to pick up something for him. He gave me a Safety-Deposit Key, and instructions on which bank to visit, and how to acquire the contents of this box. I knew I'd be hard pressed to get there before a Saturday, but I said I'd try.
Then I got sick yesterday. So, as the bank wasn't that far off my return trip from the doctor (who couldn't see me because of a 3.5 HOUR wait on others already on walkin, not counting scheduled patients), I dropped by. I showed them the key (voice was gone as part of the ick), and they opened the vault.
Then......uh.....they got out a signature card.
WHATTODOwhattodoWHATTODOwhattodoWHATTODOwhattodoWHATTODOwhattodoWHATTODO
I looked at the scrawl there, and made a half-assed attempt to mimic it. Shoulda used my whole ass, I guess, as it wasn't even close. I'm horrible at forging signatures, I guess.
So, I joked with the lady there "I really ought to learn to sign that name legibly" hoping to gloss over it. Wry smile, and all that.
She replied.
Oh, how she replied....."Actually, legible signatures are easier to fake. We prefer this kind because they are nearly impossible to duplicate, and thus we don't have to worry about fraud."
Then....after checking it....
SHE OPENED THE BOX.
Never mind that
jost had already been there, gotten his stuff, and the insert was empty (causing me to have a mild heart-attack, and thus I want you, my faithful readers, to track him down and kill him unless he gives you Guthrie's chicken to bring back to me). NO, the important thing is that I, even with the permission of the box owner, had faked a signature and she accepted it, having told me that couldn't happen.
Er..... I'm just glad I didn't get arrested, though with an empty box I guess stealing AIR isn't a crime. Still, I'm glad it's over, and nothing bad happened. Next time,
jost, if you get your errand done, TELL ME. :: grin ::