Yep, they're all bastards,
But occasionally you get to fuck with them.
Many years back I'd been saving and saving and saving for a house and finally had enough together for a deposit.
I was, like Rob, utterly pissed off with my bank after years of neglect, abuse and spam.
So...
I get together with my mate the mortgage broker and we plan.
He goes off and finds the best rate possible, fortunately at a rival bank, then haggles and barters and customises it even more.
Then we sit down with both mortgages and I study.
Next I call my bank, arrange a meeting with the manager and inform him I want a mortgage.
"Wonderful we'd love to help!"
And so it begins.
Every point he made, I counter with a better version from the opposition.
Everything, for nearly an hour.
Until finally, sweating and defeated, he was forced to admit the only thing he had to offer was the fact we had history.
And I withdrew everything, closed my account, and left him sitting there looking very very sad.
( difficultchild, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 0:38, 2 replies)

Now I feel sorry for the sad man...
The banks might be bastards, but some people are just doing their jobs and trying to earn a living.

This qotw has me going from angry to sad every minute! Phew!
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 0:57, closed)

Yes perhaps i should have added
That he repeatedly threatened me with penalties if I closed my account and hinted there was a credit black list for any unpaid credit card money outstanding.
There was no money outstanding and his bank (I'd checked) did not have any account closure penalties.
Oh... and he charged me for a bank cheque on the way out and refused point blank "for my own safety" to hand over the funds in cash.
I know it's not his fault, but meh... I'm a petty, petty man.
( difficultchild, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 1:21, closed)