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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Remember those wanky NatWest adds?The ones where people would moan about their banks and then say that their local branch was now a trendy wine bar? Well NatWest (you bunch of cunts):
Natwest:
The branch manager position is then removed and the local branches all answer to someone in another town.
Threatened foreclosure on my parents struggling buisness and then agreed to new terms.
They change managers on us, the new one doesn't seem to know about the new business plan. He's a cunt, I remember his card pinned to the noteboard in the kitchen with a vodoo picture drawn on it. The pin went through his nuts. I hope it worked.
Dad talks to someone else, they help him out. Then change managers again. A similar thing occurs.
Finally, Dad manages to refinance with a different bank.
And the thing that pissed me off the most about those adds? Halfway through this, the local branch gets turned into a fucking art gallery.
There were times where they put my parents under so much stress, I'm suprised they came through it alive.
FUCK YOU NATWEST. FUCK YOU DEEP WITH RUSTY WIRE.
Wow. That felt good. That's been hanging around inside me for years.
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The Togaboy The world will end on, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 10:48,
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