Banks
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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Tenuous, longwinded and crap brain fail
I'm such a spaz. My brain can generally be relied upon to fail me at some point during the day. I have, in the past, parked at a supermarket, done my shopping and come out to find the driver's door open and the keys swinging from the ignition. I have lost count of the number of times I have come home from work and found the front door open - not just unlocked but wide open.
So, as you can imagine, forgetting my keys when I leave the house is somewhat de rigueur. For that reason I always carry a spare house key in my wallet.
Many years ago when I was still living with my parents I used to go out most Friday and Saturday nights and get very, very drunk. So drunk that I generally wouldn't be able to remember walking home. It was at end of one such night that I found myself in front of my front door, patting myself down for keys. Realising that I had forgotten to bring keys out with me, but remembering that I always keep one in my wallet, I dug out my wallet and opened it up. It was at this point that my brain decided to take a little holiday. I pulled out my debit card . . .
. . . and stood there in front of my door with my debit card in my hand, poised as if to introduce it into a cash machine, giggling like a loon.
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 15:37, 5 replies)
I'm such a spaz. My brain can generally be relied upon to fail me at some point during the day. I have, in the past, parked at a supermarket, done my shopping and come out to find the driver's door open and the keys swinging from the ignition. I have lost count of the number of times I have come home from work and found the front door open - not just unlocked but wide open.
So, as you can imagine, forgetting my keys when I leave the house is somewhat de rigueur. For that reason I always carry a spare house key in my wallet.
Many years ago when I was still living with my parents I used to go out most Friday and Saturday nights and get very, very drunk. So drunk that I generally wouldn't be able to remember walking home. It was at end of one such night that I found myself in front of my front door, patting myself down for keys. Realising that I had forgotten to bring keys out with me, but remembering that I always keep one in my wallet, I dug out my wallet and opened it up. It was at this point that my brain decided to take a little holiday. I pulled out my debit card . . .
. . . and stood there in front of my door with my debit card in my hand, poised as if to introduce it into a cash machine, giggling like a loon.
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 15:37, 5 replies)
More than once
I've pointed my car key at my front door and pressed the button. Only to hear the car unlocking itself instead of the door.
And this is when I'm sober.
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 15:41, closed)
I've pointed my car key at my front door and pressed the button. Only to hear the car unlocking itself instead of the door.
And this is when I'm sober.
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 15:41, closed)
I do this with my work swipe card
then proceed to look confused when I can't find a scanny thing to let me in.
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 15:56, closed)
then proceed to look confused when I can't find a scanny thing to let me in.
( , Fri 17 Jul 2009, 15:56, closed)
Without even the excuse of being drunk
Many times I've pulled out my bus pass when walking up to the front door, but at least in those cases no one sees... it's much more embarrassing when I get on the bus and pull out my credit card :/
( , Sat 18 Jul 2009, 22:19, closed)
Many times I've pulled out my bus pass when walking up to the front door, but at least in those cases no one sees... it's much more embarrassing when I get on the bus and pull out my credit card :/
( , Sat 18 Jul 2009, 22:19, closed)
Credit Cards on Busses
I thought I was the only one to do that...
( , Mon 20 Jul 2009, 11:25, closed)
I thought I was the only one to do that...
( , Mon 20 Jul 2009, 11:25, closed)
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