We are getting a load of firewood delivered and the guy wants to be paid in cash. No prob, except the amount is over my daily limit for the machine. So I went in to see the teller.
I give her my bank card, she swipes it, and then stares at the computer screen for a bit, with a puzzled look on her face. Then she says, "This card you gave me, it isn't yours."
Me: "Yes it is. My legal name still is <deadname>. I haven't been able to get it changed yet."
Her: "Oh, no, it's not that. It's the age. You aren't 62."
Me: "Yes, I am 62."
Her: "Oh, I'm terribly sorry."
Me: "Don't apologize, dear, you just made my day!"
She then asked what name I wanted listed in the computer as my preferred name. People here are just so darned nice!