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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)
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trying to pull the ol' switcheroo
On a more traditional note, I had a mishap back in the day when my car was broken into in NYC as I was inside Limelight, a bar famous because it had once been a church and was, in the late 80s a debaucherous haunt for coke fiends, bridge and tunnel trash and various club weirdos.

I went out to my car with my country bumpkin boyfriend who was visiting me from Georgia, we did some lines and stuffed my pocketbook under my seat. We went back into the club, danced like idiots and ground down our teeth for hours. Upon returning to the car, not only did I find it burgled, but they broke out the entire front windshield. It was February. In NYC. Thanks for the icing on THAT cake.

So my pocketbook was stolen, my money, my drivers license, my coke, and of course my ATM card.

I complained about this crime to a NYC cop and of course, sensing my “altered state” he advised me to “get the fuck back in your car and get your ass back to Jersey”.

The next morning as I called and cancelled my credit cards and went about getting new cards, I figured that maybe I could stick that $300 ATM withdrawal I’d made on the NYC thieves. I called my bank and reported to them that I’d been the victim of a quality of life crime and that I was in need of a new ATM card. They asked me what was the last ATM transaction I’d made. I told the nice lady on the other end of the phone that I barely ever used my ATM card (in my best Pollyanna voice) and that I couldn’t even RECALL the last transaction I’d made.

She said, “well I’m sorry to inform you that a transaction did post last night in the amount of $300. “Oh my word, no that can’t be.” I replied. Clearly that was from some drugged up degenerate withdrawing money to stick up their nose.

Turns out it was some drugged up degenerate, because then the nice lady at the bank asked me if I was POSITIVE I hadn’t used my ATM card last night, each time growing more and more impatient with me, and informed me, they had video of me making the withdrawal in the vestibule of the bank lobby.

Call me crazy, but if I didn’t get to do all the coke, I should have gotten SOME of my money back.
(, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 21:15, 1 reply)
Heh...
Half of me wants to agree with you...but that's the half that did a good line about 5 minutes ago :)

Have a click anyway...
(, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 9:37, closed)

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