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Thursday June 27, 2019 subscribe |
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Moving from Manhattan to Seattle in 1998 induced a fair amount of culture shock. To get to our place in Fremont, we passed over an unpaved alley. "Dirt roads in a city? WTF?" I opened this bank account in a doublewide trailer at the base of the steep alley behind our apartment. I was customer #360 and it was a quaint and friendly place to conduct business. Soon after, FFNB was absorbed by NorthStar, a regional bank, in turn usurped by Frontier, then ultimately Union Bank, a multinational subsidiary with holdings in the Dakota Access pipeline. That was the last straw. Through it all, I hadn't defected because the account number was symmetrical and easy to remember. The bank changed names but my digits remained, kind of like my Czech great aunt who lived in seven countries without moving from her family apartment. I hung on longer than I should've but finally ditched it last year to join a local credit union. This first card expired only 13 months after it was issued because of Y2K. Remember the hysteria around that coming disaster? That prediction didn't come to pass, but the foreshadowing of the saiboat on this ATM card was a sign of things to come... |
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