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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My ex, not the sharpest knife in the drawer,decided after we separated to empty our joint account, containing two months' worth of his salary, into his new account. Which he'd opened five minutes before, at the same bank, while explaining to the clerk exactly why he needed it.
So when he tried to transfer the money across, the clerk told him that she'd had to freeze the joint account because of his changed circumstances.
He went ballistic and the clerk popped into to the back office, partly to get the manager to explain it to him and partly to collapse, wheezing with laughter, on her mate's desk. The rest of the staff then watched and listened as the ex tried to talk his way out of it.
The ex didn't get anywhere with the bank and the account stayed frozen until our decree absolute a few years later.
I was formally informed of this by letter, but the informal acting out of the ex's apoplectic rage by a bank clerk friend who saw it was infinitely more enlightening.
(, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 14:50, Reply)
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