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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The bank I go to is lovelyIt is run by two ladies who are best friends, and know everyone by name and have a chat with them. Their kids go to the local school, they jog together at the gym and eat picnic lunches on the grass outside the bank. When I was young I very much wanted to be bank lady #3 to be friends with them, as they make it look fun!
(, Sat 18 Jul 2009, 16:24, Reply)
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