I have to switch banks, officially. My current bank no longer offers a ‘free’ checking account, because it has a dark, dark soul now and is a gigantic corporation that loves nothing better than taking my lunch money.

Seems it passive-aggressively switched my formerly ‘free’ checking account to an account where it can charge me $15 a pop whenever my balance dips under $100 (which is not an infrequent occurrence, because I am poverty-stricken, but hopeful). The bank swears it told me about this, but gummee if I can find the paperwork that says I told it to go ahead and do that. It was probably in that one of the 19 envelopes they send me every month that says “Important Information about your Account” on it that usually turned out to be “You have an account! We like that!” when you opened it that I didn’t ultimately open and read thoroughly. And, yes, it probably said, “If you don’t not want us to do this, pretend like you know nothing about it” at the end of it. You know. Legalese.

Oh, well. Live and learn. And rate hunt. And figure out how to switch banks. I had nothing else to do this week anyway. I wonder how much the ‘account closing maintenance fee’ will be. It probably says in that paperwork I didn’t read and don’t have.