Speaking of Donald Duck, here's a true story that involves him and my Dad:
My mother's professional area of expertise, both before and after she listed mother and housewife on her resume, involved the banking industry. Mom and I were having a discussion about my newly acquired checking account when she explained the correct way to date a check, write out the amount payable in both words and numbers, and how to sign it. She stressed that if I didn't sign my full legal name, the bank wouldn't cash the check.
My father, who hadn't been a party to the conversation until this point, claimed her assertion was hogwash. Needless to say, one of those bickery married-people arguments ensued. Dad bet he could sign someone else's name to a check and it would clear the bank without anyone even noticing it. Mom swore the people in the proof department examined each and every check to be sure the signature was correct. I got the heck out of there before the shouting started.
The following month, upon receiving his bank statement in the mail, Dad produced a cancelled check at the dinner table. (Yes, in the dark ages, banks actually returned your cancelled checks with your bank statements ... via the U.S. Postal Service, no less!) Guess how it was signed?
Yep ... Donald Duck.
Funny story!
ReplyDeleteI just forged a signiture last week. (Not as sinister as it sounds) Hopefully it doesn't come back.
Found you on A to Z Challenge.
Thanks for visiting, Michelle. FYI, your forgery should only come back to bite you in the butt if your forgee has issues or if you were trying to defraud him. I suspect neither of these is the case!
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