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Your 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
( , Thu 16 Jul 2009, 13:15)
Your 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
( , Thu 16 Jul 2009, 13:15)
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"A pint!? Why that's nearly an armful!"
When I left uni and got a job my bank thought it would be a jolly good idea if I could convert my £450 over draft into a loan repayable over a couple of years. They sugared the deal with offering me £1000 so I bought a bicycle to get to work (told them it was for a car). The man in the suit said that it would be a pretty good idea to get an endowment policy as I'd be wanting to get a house soon and the health insurance would be cheaper for a 23 year old. So I signed up for it.
A week later I got a letter inviting me to attend a private doctors surgery for an AIDS test. Not only were the fuggers selling me an endowment policy for a house I didn't have but they were accusing me of either having regular unprotected bareback sex with all and sundry or shooting up on horse in some back alley.
Oh and I had to pay £50 to the doctor.
Still got them back a few years ago. Sued them for miss selling and got the £17k back I'd put in plus a little bit more. Also nice to know I'm HIV -ve (and have a certificate to prove it).
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 9:20, 3 replies)
When I left uni and got a job my bank thought it would be a jolly good idea if I could convert my £450 over draft into a loan repayable over a couple of years. They sugared the deal with offering me £1000 so I bought a bicycle to get to work (told them it was for a car). The man in the suit said that it would be a pretty good idea to get an endowment policy as I'd be wanting to get a house soon and the health insurance would be cheaper for a 23 year old. So I signed up for it.
A week later I got a letter inviting me to attend a private doctors surgery for an AIDS test. Not only were the fuggers selling me an endowment policy for a house I didn't have but they were accusing me of either having regular unprotected bareback sex with all and sundry or shooting up on horse in some back alley.
Oh and I had to pay £50 to the doctor.
Still got them back a few years ago. Sued them for miss selling and got the £17k back I'd put in plus a little bit more. Also nice to know I'm HIV -ve (and have a certificate to prove it).
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 9:20, 3 replies)
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No, you have a certificate proving you were HIV -ve when you left uni. What you've been up to since then is anyone's guess!
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 9:44, closed)
No, you have a certificate proving you were HIV -ve when you left uni. What you've been up to since then is anyone's guess!
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 9:44, closed)
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