"What do you mean Box No 12XXX belonged to someone else?" I glared at the girl in horrified disbelief, a million thoughts racing through my mind. "I've been accessing this box for years!"
"This is not your box. See? It had someone else's name written on it," she replied as she showed me the bank's specimen signature card.
I snatched it from her hand and saw to my consternation that indeed the name on the card wasn't mine. In a flash, almost in hindsight, she repossessed the card and held it away from me, eyes shrouded in suspicion, lips curled down in a worried frown. She had committed the cardinal sin of allowing a third party to view information which only she was privy to.
She asked for my ID which I handed over absentmindedly. A few finger-tapping-on-keyboard seconds later, she looked up at me.
"Your safe deposit box number is 13XXX."
The roar of silence was deafening ... I apologised. - I did.
