Meet Dimitri, my niece’s pet snake. He’s a Ball Python.
I guess he’s a very special snake. Last week he received his own credit card. And he doesn’t even have a job.
Apparently when my niece buys his ‘food’ at the pet store, she has to sign a waiver acknowledging the ‘food’ may carry a virus or something like that. At the bottom of the form, it asks for the pet’s name. So, somehow his name was passed on . . . .
I wonder what the interest rate is for snakes.
Check out his shiny new credit card.
Uh-oh, they got the first name wrong. They put “Demetrius” instead of “Dimitri.”
Looks like they accepted his card anyway.
Nice hat, Dimitri.
How about you? Do you have any strange credit card stories? Or does this one take the cake?