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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Keep Um On Their Toes with the Ultimate Power of Being a Bit Fucking WEIRDSat in one of the holding cells at a Manchester branch of Natwest, waiting fucking ages for the cunt in a suit opposite to decide whether he was going to give me an extension on my student overdraft or not (I quite fancied being able to afford luxuries like food and shelter for the rest of the term), I suddenly noticed the big sign behind his shoulder.
I took a pen, grabbed a random bit of paper and started scribbling…
After a few moments the cunt looks up, starts to explain he’d need to see his supervisor about extending my overdraft, then he asks: “What are you doing, Mr Hanky?”
With real pride I show him my handiwork: “Did you know an anagram of National Westminster Bank is Twat Monk Interns a Lesbian?”
He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish for a long while then buggered off to see his manager. They gave me the overdraft extension – keep these fuckers on their toes and act WEIRD. They’ll give you anything you want if you do that.
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SpankyHanky, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 14:20,
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Thatis fucking priceless.
I may need to concoct something similar for my own bank...
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