Bank account, closed

I have much to post about the weekend, but I'll give you this before I head off to sleep (after 10 hours of westerly driving today).

On Thursday during a quick run-through Pittsburgh, I had a chance to stop in the same PNC branch that I opened my bank account in when I was a student. This time I was going to close it. I could have gone to any branch, but I liked the idea of it being opened and closed in the same place.

Anyway, after a few years of having the account just in my name, I added Maria's name. A joint account as the kids call it. So I strolled on into the bank solo -- wife and baby in the car outside chilling -- and asked to close the account. (I had been meaning to do this for a while, and there was like, only a hundred bucks left in there). The guy does some magic on the computer, prints out two cashier's checks -- one for the savings and one for checking -- and hands them to me. They have my name on them as well as Maria's. He tells me I can go and cash them right now at any teller.

So I do.

Now obviously Maria knew that I was doing this. But I was somewhat astounded at how simple it is to clean out a joint checking account. I would have thought that a cosigner would at least be needed on the back of the checks ... I'm pretty sure this is something I learned while I was a teller way back when.

Oh well. I guess that's how PNC rolls.