victim of something-ism

Mums and I had an early start this morning. We had to go to the bank to deposit my berfday checks, then the post office to mail my Thank You cards.

Our first stop to the bank didn't go very well. There are checks in my name, Tootles, but I don't have an account. So...they wouldn't take my checks. So...Mums needed to open an account with my name before the bank can save it for me. Mums answering questions, the lady is typing whatever Mums says - talk, type, talk, type, talk, type. You get it, right?

"I'll need a form of I.D. Do you have his social security card?"

"No, but I have his California I.D. card as a form of I.D."

"Really? I've never seen this. Do they let little kids have an I.D. card?"

"Why not? It's an I.D. card, right? All the information you need to verify it's him is on that card. It's legal. I took him to the DMV for it."

"*giggling* He's so cute. He has more hair. *more giggling* But I don't think we can accept it because we normally use their social security card."

"But if I was to open a new accout, would you need my social security card or driver's license?"

"Your driver's license would be fine."

"Then why can't you accept his California license? It shouldn't matter if he drives or not. You're just verifying it's him. The card number is on top like any other license."

"*looking stooooopid* Aw, our computer system only takes social security cards for minors."

"That's okay, I'll open an account at another branch."

Mums was pretty upset at the giggling lady. She says they excrimimate discriminated me Ageism .