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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Awkward moment....When I was working as a cashier I had the good/mis? fortune to serve a young lady called Linzi Drew. At the time she was, I believe, editor of a Gentleman's publication called Penthouse.
I know that because prior to setting up home with me, my fiance had what can best be described as a heroic amount of pron (I quite liked the letters...)
Anyway, it's rather odd counting out a bundle of ayrton's to a woman whose ladypieces you have seen in what I can only describe as "a full gape"
She was a little bit dogruff when only behind an inch of bullet-proof. Very polite though.
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Sallyrsm, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 18:55,
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Found out that her son's in acting as wellonly slightly different - he's the oldest child in Outnumbered.
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