Just when I thought that the banking system in certain countries left a little to be desired, I ran into some odd people at the local branch of my bank in Malta. The problem was that since my ATM card has just expired I had to go in and speak to someone.
I waited patiently and browsed a 3-week old edition of the “Financial Times” while I was at it. This did not bother me much – I planned to spend time at the bank and I figured that whoever keeps their reception area up to date would not be the brightest bulb in the drawer, if you know what I mean.
Once a “Customer Service Official” was available I walked up to her and explained what it is I wanted to do. She went through the motions of preparing things and printed out the necessary paperwork that I had to sign. She looked at my signature and gave me an apologetic look before telling me that the signature they have on file differs from the one I just made. I apologised and asked her to re-print the document. This is one of the problems of using a computer, I told myself, your handwriting starts to leave a lot to be desired.
“I’m sorry,” she says again, “I need it to look a little more like this one.”
I looked up to see that she had turned her computer monitor towards me to show me what my signature was supposed to be like.
I copied it diligently off the screen. I didn’t think she’d understand any discussion on security.