BanksYour Ginger Fuhrer froths, "I hate my bank. Not because of debt or anything but because I hate being sold to - possibly pathologically so - and everytime I speak to them they try and sell me services. Gold cards, isas, insurance, you know the crap. It drives me insane. I ALREADY BANK WITH YOU. STOP IT. YOU MAKE ME FRIGHTED TO DO MY NORMAL BANKING. I'm angry even thinking about them."
So, tell us your banking stories of woe.
No doubt at least one of you has shagged in the vault, shat on a counter or thrown up in a cash machine. Or something
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chthonic, Thu 16 Jul 2009, 13:15)
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Interjecting phonetwatDavros' Granddad's story reminds me of a similar event when my nan died.
My stepdad was in charge of dealing with all nan's arrangements, and succeeded mostly without trouble; I forget which institution was the exception.
Stepdad: Hello, I'd like to speak to someone about closing Nannybakerloo's account, she...
Teenage phonemonkey fucktard: I'm afraid we can only speak to the account holder, sir
SD: Yes, I realise that, but I'm afraid it's not possible, so I'll repeat: could *I* speak to someone please, because Mrs...
TPF: Sir, I can't allow that. I am only authorised to speak to Nannybakerloo
SD: Well, if you'll let me finish, Nannybakerloo died this afternoon, so it'll be pretty fucking difficult for you to speak to her. Does this change things at all?
TPF: [audible gulp] I'll just place you on hold, Sir, while I see what my supervisor says
(, Sat 18 Jul 2009, 13:03, Reply)
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