On the phone with my financial services company:
"Yes, I'd like online access for my account."
"Could you please verify your information?"
I give my name, social security number and address.
"Well, it appears that your mother is the guardian on this account, and you are not the person that can make any changes on this account."
"Okay... you mean even if it's MY account and I just gave my Mom access to MY account, I can't even apply for online access?"
"That's right. Your mother is the Guardian on this account and since you're underage, we can't even talk to you."
Although I am 37, apparently I cannot be trusted to handle my own finances.
"Mom, help!!!" (She so loves being needed.)
This reminds me of when I tried to rent a car last summer. El, you'll remember this:
"Hi. I'd like to rent a car please. Could you please tell me what's available?"
The woman at Hertz looks at me and says, kindly, "Honey, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you can't. You have to be at least 18 in order to rent a car."
After showing her my driver's license, we determine that I am actually older than she is.
Looking young and sounding young doesn't always have its advantages.