Our New Old Bank

A free clip art table.

Creating a blog every day isn't easy. The words come easily enough, but the technical aspect is frustrating. Bloggers aren't supposed to use copyrighted photos, so I often produce my own, or rely on "free" photos and clip art. Today, the photo collection on my phone was like Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard. It was my intent to discuss my dining table, but to clear it off and take a photo would consume at least 30 minutes. Instead I chose to download a free image of a table. I've wasted the same 30 minutes just staring at my downloaded table. I'm worried that it might fall down and ruin my whole blog posting. Is it coming or going? As John Arbuckle would say, "You get what you pay for."
My second choice for today's blog was to tell you about my bank. It was recently sold to a new bank, whose name includes the word "old," so from the get-go I had trouble referring to the old bank and the new bank. The new bank, a.k.a. the Old Blank-Blank Bank, founded in 2012, suspiciously has the same people working there as the old bank, a.k.a. The Real Old Bank.
So we had to change the routing number, we got new checks, and our online payments exploded, and we received new Old Blank-Blank Bank ATM cards.

Really? Again?

Then there's online banking, a service for people who keep no records, but can easily find their bank balance via computer. On an ordinary day I check my balance 5 or 6 times. It seems easier than balancing the checkbook. Yesterday, I could not access my account. I went storming to the bank and accused the new old people of messing with my user name and password. In a few seconds the employee passed me a piece of paper with my password. Hmmmm, I thought,  That looks familiar. I vaguely remember creating that. Now how do I save face? Quick, Bernadette, think of something!
 "Oh," I smiled, "that crazy husband of mine! He told me the wrong password. I'm so sorry I bothered you!" I grabbed a free pen and I was outta there.