Finally Mr Carrick.
Finally after 5 years of being a Mr, my bank have finally realised i am no longer 15.
A Famous Mr.
As is the norm when i was a wee lad i was always known as Master Carrick on all corrospondance from my bank and pretty much everyone else. At the age of 16 my account was upgraded to a proper persons bank account and i got my hands on the delight of a Debit Card. Hurrah.
I was still Master Carrick.
Over the year i got the use out of my new card and with being young and care free managed to crack it after about 24 months, the Master thing hadn’t bothered me but i guessed the bank would realise when i popped in to order a new card, after a week my new card arrived.
I was still Master Carrick.
This card served me well although it still carried the Master title at the age of 18 but sadly this time around i managed to pop the chip out of it, it would seem bank cards don’t last very long under my care, as ontop of that the signature strip had all but disolved. I popped to the bank and ordered a new card, asking the lady who served me to update my details, as being being 18 i was deffinetly a Mr by now, she confirmed the update and told me my card would be with me within 7 days. It was here in 5.
I was still Master Carrick.
I was abit miffed at that one as i had even asked and was told my account details had been amended and yet here i am, being old school and sounding like i should have a man named Alfred wandering around my house bringing me cocktails for all occasions.
Finally last week the new split in my debit card got to the point where the chip was once again threatening to fall out and the signature strip was again unreadable. So off to the bank i popped to order another new card, yes 4 cards in 5 years, not the best of times really. I asked to update my details, again this was confirmed to me. I left.
I got my new card today.
I am no longer Master Carrick.