This morning the sun was shining. We all woke up quite early. Even I did get a shower.
I had my day totally planned and everything was going to be alright.
I was waiting for a letter from abbey, my bank with my new card inside. Actually... my day wasn't totally planned.
Let's begin for the beginning
Well, a few days ago I went with D, my cousin, to get a contract with T-mobile with unlimited txt messages and everything. We already had a pay as you go tariff (as a good Spanish has to have) but someone told us there was a cheap contract (I was paying more monthly with my pay as you go thing) so we decided to check it out.
My cousin was first. After giving a lot of details and things, he got it.
Then was my turn. The shop-guy's face wasn't too hopeful.
-Im sorry -he told me- computer says no. Maybe the problem is that you have Mrs written in your credit card instead of Mr.
-Hum... -I said- I think that is a bank's mistake. What do I do?
-Just go to the bank. Ask them for change it. And then come back here.
-Ok. When I become a man I'll be back.
-I'll be waiting for you ;D
I went to the bank.
-Hi there. What can I do for you?
-Haya. Look, I'm Mr, no Mrs.
-I can see that.
-No, I mean, my credict card says Mrs... but, look at me. Plastic surgery is not so advanced.
The man put that face that let you know he is totally understanding you.
-Wait a minute sir.
-Sure.
He went through a door. Some minutes later he came back.
-Alright, problem solved. In five or six days your new card with Mr on it will arrive to your house.
-Cheers.
-Good bye.
It's been almost 10 days and the letter hasn't arrived. I'm affraid they still having my old adress. Well actually I'm not affraid, I know it. Because I went to the bank this mornin to check it out. I had changed it once, but it seems they don't. I changed it again. Maybe they did this time.
The point is, the letter was sent like a lot of days ago, so it's already in my old house. Tomorrow I'll have to go to Morpeth St, see my old non-speaking fatmate, ejem, flatmate, and tell her: I used to live here, can I just check my mail please please please? don't eat me.
By the way, I don't have any money in my mobile phone since 9 or 10 days ago ó_ò
miércoles, 21 de enero de 2009
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Why didn't you tell the telephone-shop guy that you are a woman. Not a beautifull one maybe but very femenine inside. I'm sure you would have your contract.
ResponderEliminarWho does he think he is to decide if you are a man or a woman. Here in Spain we are free to chose our sex. That's freedom.
I would have said to the bank guy: "I'm Ms. Sant from 27 ****** street. I want to change a couple of data. I'm not living at that address any more. My new address is ****, ok? And..., I almost forget, I'm neither a woman any more."