Recently I went to the bank to be added as a signatory to a bank account. This seemed like a reasonably straightforward transaction, especially as the bank was more or less empty at the time. Name…check. Signature…check. Passport number…fine. Witnesses…oh.
Two people had to sign their names as witnesses of the transaction, said the helpful bank employee, a smartly dressed young lady. Can you do it yourself, we asked?
“No, sadly not. For two reasons. Firstly, because I am a bank employee”.
Oh, that’s fair enough. Probably some kind of anti-corruption measure, which is sensible. And the second reason?
She coughed quietly and looked straight at me.
“Because I am a woman”.