Fuck you and your assumption of marital privilege!

Debit rebate cards are the work of the devil, but that’s another pit thread.

As for marital privilege.

Just after we got married we lived in Louisiana, with its quaint laws from the Code Napoleon. I was in grad school and my wife had a job which paid about four times mine. (It was a shitty job. :slight_smile: ) She went to the grocery, and tried to get a check cashing card. This was before groceries took credit cards. No way - only I could get one, because Louisiana had a Head and Master Law which said that the husband basically owned everything. There were cases where a husband, legally, sold the house that a wife paid for right out from under her.

During an attempt to get rid of this travesty, some of the legislators were adamantly against any change, saying they were married under this law and it was unfair to them to change it. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

Some hotels require that you give them a room # and not just a guest name.

On the other side of that, my boyfriend had gotten a hotel room one time but had not put my name down. The desk clerk checked me in as a guest and gave me a key to the room. All this was done just on my say so that I was with him. That was a tad scary. (though it made things easier for me.)

What a timely post. I had the pleasure of being on the other end of the line from a variety of very unhelpful customer service reps in the last few weeks.

I am the only one in our household who works outside the home. All accounts are opened in my name and with my husband as the secondary on the account.

We have a joint bank account. We opened it together and use it together. Since only I deposit money in it, and 99.9% of the time I am the one to withdraw it, he doesn’t perform many transactions.

Each time it’s “new card time” (when they send you the one with the updated expiration) I have to call and ask where my husband’s card is. They tell me, each and every time, that they have no record of him. They ask for him to be put on the phone. They then ask him all kinds of questions such as “when was your last deposit?” “um… Never!”, “What was the amount of your last deposit?” “Zero” “What is your mother’s maiden name?” etc. He answers them. They tell him he’s not in the system. They put him into the system.

Week’s later, he’s still got no new card. I call up. We find he’s STILL not in the system. Once again, they want to talk to him. He doesn’t even know our account numbers. He doesn’t need to know our account numbers. He just needs a damn card to withdraw money in case he ever needs some.

This last time was the last straw. This is the same bank that does this over and over. I went, in person, to the bank this time. We’d gotten the card, finally, and the new pin, but when we went to activate it at the ATM, it told us the pin was wrong. I went into the bank and told the ladies (who know me by name because I’m a good customer!) that I wanted them to fix this. Turns out, he was in the computer TWICE this time. And no, the pin was no good (she tried it herself), so he had to wait “7 to 10 business days” to be issued a new one.

We finally got the card, the pin, and got the stupid thing working. He has been on the account since day 1. He should be automatically sent his own cards whenever they come due. I shouldn’t have to reset everything because he doesn’t use it very often.

And I’m sick to death of being the one to open accounts, only to have the transplant HIS name over mine as the primary just because he has a penis. Last time I checked, his penis wasn’t paying the bills!

That’s a fun visual! :wink:

Perhaps this is an avenue you ought to explore.

I have a similarly perplexing problem with my credit card. My husband and I applied at the same time, on the same piece of paper. Somehow, my card was issued with a grossly mispelled name. (And no it’s not because my handwriting is unclear.) His card reads correctly: “Smith”. Mine has the name: “Smitts”. I’ve never had a problem using it, but I can imagine a time when I might need to show ID or something and, of course, mine wouldn’t match. I’ve tried to correct it about five or six times now, making calls, sending in written requests, all to no avail. So, I gave up.