Car Loan...
Being a stereotypical student, the desire to pay for my education, the necessary beer fundage and some kind of status symbol in order to attract the opposite sex whilst attempting to learn at the same time - I decided to venture into the murky depths of the financial world by applying for a loan...

So I picked up the phone, dialled the number of the local financial institution and prepared myself for the usual telephonic drivel.

"Hi, my name's dannie and I'd like some money..."*

"Certainly sir - pop down to our local branch and me and my associate will discuss how we can help with your current financial situation"*

So I spent the morning ironing shirts, pants etc. making myself look at least somewhat respectable, as if my attire would actually sway their decision to give me my golden wallet of cashola..

Anyway - after getting ready, it was a small journey on the local bus into town and after a deep breath, I walk into the shiny granite countered temple which was the domain of my local bank.

"Hi, morning - I'm here to see Mr Austin and Mr Bentley with regards to my loan application please!" I said in by best 'happy go lucky' voice.

"no problem, please take a seat" I was advised, and was ushered into the corner where 5 seats arranged in an L-shape were situated, accompanied by a small table festooned with some financial leaflets. I even had some old fella with a shopping trolley to keep me company.

A few moments later I hear the all familiar trill of "Mr Kavanagh, could you step this way please?.." So I got up and followed the smartly dressed representative down a corridor full of small offices, all of which had the various names, and one of them slidey 'Vacant/In Meeting' things on the doors.

We get to the end of this corridor, and the girl in the suit smiles at me, opens a door and ushers me through it..

There waiting for me is some bloke polishing an Austin Maestro, and a Bentley, both looking rather worse for wear, and clearly showing no tax disc in the windscreens - which probably meant that they were'nt insured either.

Then the penny dropped - These were'nt financial advisors, but 'Banned Cars' and I'd fallen victim to yet another vicious pun.

*Shortened conversation for easy reading - not that it matters cause' the whole thing's a piece of fiction anyway.

Length? - About 4 hours of reading everyones tales of banking woes, checking terms and conditions, and making sure that my house is not at risk if I don't keep up with reposting on my account.
(danniekavanagh did nothing constructive on, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 11:49, Reply)