I suspect others might have another word for it.
But to me, it's a curse.
You see, I am afflicted with the inescapable belief that certain members of my family are not competent to tear a check out of a checkbook. To watch me observing these wonderful people rip out a check is to see a man in anguish.
I try not to grimace. I try not to wince. I try not to offer comparisons to experiments involving chimps.
Still, all I can say is that I know when a check is about to be turned into confetti. So can you blame me for pleading, “Here, let me help you with that”?
I'm not a micromanager by nature. Far from it. But there's something about seeing a check in the pre-mutilation moment that cries out for intervention.
People say e-banking is growing in popularity because many prefer to do things online these days. I buy that.
But I suspect that's not the only reason.