Not too long ago, I opened a new business account at Citibank. I already had a business account there for more than 30 years, but they were offering some promo for a new account, so Dr. SJ told me to do it and she must be obeyed. But when I tried to open the account, I was told by the branch manager that I had to prove that I was a lawyer, even though my other account was captioned “counselor at law.” I was annoyed, but pulled out my state-issued bar card. Not good enough, I was informed.
I told her to check the New York State bar registration website. Nope, she officially replied. It was my job to prove it to her, not her job to figure it out. What she wanted was for me to bring in my bar admission certificate, the huge framed monster issued by the state court upon my initial admission that hung on the wall of my office for decades to impress potential clients with its fancy writing and gold seal. I tried to explain the levels of absurdity to her, but she didn’t care. “It’s the law,” she informed me. Continue reading →