I am finally a person.
After all these years, my bank has deemed me “Platinum-worthy,” at last. I received my new debit card via mail the other day. Not because I ordered it, but because my other three-year-old card expired March 1.
Here’s a little secret though: I didn’t even know Platinum debit cards existed.
I’m not quite sure what makes me Platinum-worthy. I don’t even own a credit card. Is it because I’ve been a loyal customer since 2003? Or perhaps the fact I’m finally a homeowner? Maybe, since I’ve broken my record of longest-held job (three years!), my bank said, “NOW she’s a grown-up. Send her the silver!”
Regardless, I now know I’ve made it to the “middle class,” even if I’m at the bottom.
Here’s my question to you
I know this particular post may not be writer-related, but I thought it was worth writing about. Therefore, here are some questions to consider, even for writers:
Do you think you’re “Platinum-worthy?” Why or why not? How do you think these labels define, or even separate, a society? And can they have positive effects, such as incentives to work harder and succeed?
Finally, for my WRITERS . . . how might these questions develop into a deeper theme for a story?