As a Recently Married Person, I've recently also had the pleasure of changing my name. On the whole this wasn't much of a problem, really, other than the fact that my new last name contains punctuation. Some can handle this. Some cannot. What's really funny is watching people try to pronounce it.. (yes, we of the funny names do laugh at your feeble attempts, but only to keep from crying).. but I digress.
I went to the social security office to start the fun, and found myself behind the guy who turned 62 a few months ago and was there "tew coleckt mah beenifeets". When I finally got to go, I had my forms filled out and had every form of id known to man. The girl was so thrilled her frown turned into more of a grimace. So that was easy. No punctuation there, by the way.
The DMV was busy and it was lunch hour. I was still working on my form when someone walked up and asked, "Are you just changing your name honey? Go stand by that wall." Um, okay lady. Turns out she was sneaking me in early. Hooray for looking small and pathetic. Also, no punctuation.
The bank was easy. Wham, bam, your name is changed. WITH punctuation. Yay banks!
My credit card company was great. We had fun spelling over the phone. They asked if I wanted to get my husband a card - why yes I do. Yippee! Also, punctuation!
Paul got his card in a few days. I eagerly waited for mine. About 3 weeks later, I called. Oh, you wanted a new card? Why yes, genius, I do. Especially since I would up dropping my last name and so only one name on my card applies anymore (the Stephanie part!!). If some cashier having a bad day questions me, all I have to argue with is a passport and who carries their passport?? So I finally got my new card, and stuck it in my wallet right next to the old one - it takes a while on hold to activate, I'll do it later, gotta go!
That was September.
Note that it is currently December.
For months now, the little cards have been nesting in their card holder in the wallet. Today I finally bothered to activate my card (which took all of 5 minutes) and took out the old card. This shiney, new card slides WAY too easily right out of my wallet and through some swipey machine, or into the cashier's hand, or into that little slot that sucks it in and spits it back out.
So, Paul. It is not my fault. It's my wallet's fault. Please pay the bill by the 21st.