Tellers Should Probably Be Better With Numbers

I am a sixteen-year-old student in a technical school. I chose to study 140 km away from home and most of my family. I am living in my cousin’s living room. My allowance is given through money transfers when I don’t have the chance to go home.

This one particular experience still baffles me.

After school, I stop by the mall on the way and go to the money remittance kiosk. I fill up the form for remittance and give my student ID. The teller calls me when it’s my turn.

Teller: *Angrily* “Next time, I won’t accept this ID.”

Me: *Confused* “What?”

Teller: *Still angry* “You should really have another type of ID. Apply for a voter’s ID or a driver’s license. You shouldn’t use your student ID since it’s not valid.”

I am a very sarcastic person and I’m a little annoyed that she has started lecturing me.

Me: “Can I apply for a voter’s ID at sixteen?”

Teller: *Confused* “Are you not twenty-two?”

Me: “No, I’m sixteen.”

She looked over my birthdate again. Apparently, she misread the year. She lost some of the volume of her voice but still insisted that I get a different form of ID.

I just said, “I will when I can,” in an annoyed tone.

No apologies, no admittance. I never used that kiosk again.