Thursday, I stopped by Pony House to pick up OUR HOUSE PAYMENT! The Pony had his one day off for the week. I called ahead. I don't want to snoop or interfere with his down time. Hick had plans to work around home for the day. I told The Pony I would park in his gravel driveway by the back door.
The Pony came out and sat in T-Hoe while writing the payment check. He mostly banks online, but does have a local account. He still has his "trainer checks," or whatever they call those sample generic checks they give you when you open an account.
Thursday's check was #102.
As he wrote it out, The Pony asked, "Do I put a comma in here when I write the words?"
"Only if you put a comma in the number when you write it."
"Okay. Hmm... it's not tearing out very well."
"Here. Let me show you. Fold it up like this to crease it, then pull OUT, rather than lifting up and trying to tear it that way."
We chatted a few minutes, then The Pony made his escape. I drove the check about a half mile to our credit union to deposit in our account.
The teller there gave me the 3rd degree about which account. She was perfectly polite and cheerful, and within her rights to do so, since we have several accounts, and I did not have the account number with me.
"Okay. I see which one you mean. Except... they forgot to sign this check."
"Huh. Isn't that always how it goes! I'll have to go back and get it signed. It will just take a minute. It's only a few blocks away. As you can see, he doesn't write many checks!"
So off I went, not exactly happy about walking back to T-Hoe, and then back inside for my business. The drive itself wasn't the issue, it was so close. Just extra effort for my knees. I called The Pony as I got in T-Hoe, and he was sitting on his front retaining wall waiting when I got there.
"I'm really sorry, Mom. I thought you checked the check when I gave it to you."
"No. I was just showing you how to tear it. I thought you could write a check. You've done one before!"
"Yeah. Well. You might still be on that account."
"It would look pretty suspicious for me to sign a check made out to myself!"
"I give you permission to forge my signature any time you need to!"
"I could never copy that scratch. I've got your dad's down, but not yours."
Back I went to the credit union.
"Oh. That didn't take long."
"No. I'm lucky it's so close. He was waiting out front."
I think she still had my account on the screen. She started punching in the information, then shoved the check back through the little slot.
"You need to endorse the back."
Oh. Well. Sure I did.
Yes. I DID send The Pony a text to reveal my faux pas. I guess we both need somebody to double-check our checks. Someone with more experience than my 44 years and his two months.