Barratou Barry, an RBC bank client of 15 years, says on Aug. 18, she went to her regular branch location on Bank Street to make a cash deposit in her account and to pick up her new credit card.
“The first transaction went well. I put money into my account, I gave them my debit card; everything was smooth. To pick up my credit card I needed identification,” she says. “I did not have my driver’s license handy with me at that time. I had my health card.”
When I did my first passport ever, I was living in Ottawa. The lady that served me was this super christian lady. She asked me if I was ever baptized and who my godfather was. She put my godfather’s name as my middle name. That name never shows up on any other documents and I’ve been stuck with this middle name ever since.
Oof. I take it this was years ago? That actually sounds like it could be a legitimate human right complaint.
