Another milestone in our settling here in happy Doha: a bank account. I don't have my papers yet (or an income to deposit) (yet!) so my husband sets up a joint banking account. Cool, right? Cool indeed. Husband sets up account with the Royal Bank of Qatar (I am sure that's what it is called) hands me my bank card and we go on our merry way.
La la la. We live our life. It's Ramadan and there's not a whole lot going on. It's 41C outside (52C if you factor in the humidity) so my options are limited. I live across the street from a mall. It has air conditioning and people to watch, so I often trundle over there and do a cruise through. Sometimes I'll buy a few things and wander around until the time difference does it's magic and it's early enough to call friends and family back home. And countless times through the day I, of course, call my loving husband at work. You know, just to say hi and touch base.
Husband: "Hey how's your day going?"
Holder of joint bank account card: "Great! I went to the mall to get a few things and I also withdrew some money from the atm."
Husband: "Yeah, I know."
HOJBAC: "What do you mean you 'know'?"
Husband: "I get a text message every time you use the card."
Er, excuse me? The bank TEXT MESSAGES my husband any time I use OUR money.
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Do I get a text message when HE uses the card? Uh, yeah. I didn't think so.
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Told my husband about your post. Wisely, he kept his pie-hole shut. ;)
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