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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Nat west karmaShe handed me the "available amount" slip.
It was a stinking hot day and the the amount I could remove from my account was zero.
Right on cue, the trusty lurcher dog by my side threw up, copiously.
Perfick.
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I am clicking this storyjust through sheer lurcher-owner solidarity.
Lurchers. Best of all the animals.
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b3th Not shit. Not mod., Mon 20 Jul 2009, 10:15,
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Haiku (edited)Bank says no money
Lurcher, by my side, throws up
On the Natwest floor
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e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 10:33,
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