The Partner called this afternoon to invite me to lunch with him and a few of his co-workers. The lunch was filling, as always, and on the way to drop him off at work, we went to the bank to check on the multiple holds on some funds due to my impatience with Internet consuming.

We come to find out that although we went to the physical bank (because we couldn’t do it electronically) SIX TIMES (because they couldn’t get it right) to change our address when we moved in July of 2004, they still had not gotten the physical address under my name correct. Thus the snafu with ordering from Timbuk2. The fuck-up boggles my mind.