What The?

Yesterday Helen and I went to our favorite (?) bank to get into our safe deposit box.

The summer intern (my assumption not confirmed by any real info) led us to our box only to discover a "button" stuck in the key slot of the box. Confused Look from intern. Intern says "I'll Be Back". Fear arises - isn't that what the Terminator said?

In the meantime we are roaming around the vault and see a sheet of paper that tells us what the button means. The color was black - so apparently I am deceased!

Intern returns with a Real Employee (one who we assume is experienced). At this point we are both laughing our ____es off - this is pretty much par for the course with us these days. Real Employee says to Helen: "are you Mildred"? - apparently my existence is dependent upon my spouse identifying herself, WITHOUT any form of identification.

SO - we are given access to the box. The explanation, which seems reasonable since it came from the Real Employee is that people bring their children into the room and the children move the buttons around.

No further comment.....