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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MuleDuring my stint working in a bank, and notwithstanding the large amounts of money with which I came into contact every day, we did once manage almost to run out of readies.
A phonecall was made to another branch of the same bank a couple of miles down the road, asking if they could lend us some. They could.
It was fairly brisk business that day; the only person whom they could spare was the general dogsbody - that is, me. No matter that I'd never been to this other branch, and was known by noone there - they were expecting me. All I had to do was to turn up and introduce myself.
I did so - and was promptly handed a large bag full of cash. I can't remember how much it was, but, given that we were a bank about to run out of money, it can't reasonably have been less than about £10k.
Fortunately, I'd driven down there rather than walked.
Securicor be damned. If you want your money moving about, just ask the temporary staff. Being temporary, it doesn't matter if they get attacked and killed - they weren't in it for the long haul anyway.
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 14:22,
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So...if you'd been overheard, any old Tom, Dick or Harry could have turned up and said, "Hi, I'm Enzyme from the branch down the road. Can I have a pile of money please?"
And then legged it.
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 14:51,
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