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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Apologies - It's not funny...A few years back Mrs Jono wanted to open a couple of bank accounts for the kids. Because the kids are from her first marriage they have a different surname to us.
So in to Scabby National she trots to open said accounts, where she is asked for proof that the children are indeed hers - in order to prvenet money laundering (I kid you not). Having a different surname to the children, and indeed to the one on their birth certificates, Scabby cannot be convinced that she is indeed their Mother, preferring instead to believe that she is a Russian gangster (with a Home Counties accent) and the children are drugs mules.
So I wander across the road to my bank, where I ask to open two childrens accounts. "Certainly Sir, just sign here please". No ID needed - let alone a genetic link.
Well done LLoyds - fuck you Scabby (or should I say Shitander)
(, Sat 18 Jul 2009, 22:15, Reply)
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