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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World's politest Bank RobberWhen I started out in Banking, as a whippersnapper of 18, I worked for the Head Office of the TSB, at their branch on Lombard Street in the City. It was 1989, and there was a bit of a building boom going on round there, and we used to get a load of builders coming in to the bank to use the facilities.
I was being trained as a cashier when my colleague noticed a really scruffy bloke in the queue. Scruffy even by builder standards. He queued for a good five minutes, until he got to the counter and pulled out a handgun and requested that we allow him to make a withdrawal from the Branch account...
But why bother queuing when you've got a gun?
Sadly for him, City of London plod were all over him like a cheap suit the minute he left the branch with his swag.
The gun was real.
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Sallyrsm, Tue 21 Jul 2009, 19:20,
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ErrThe head office of TSB is in Birmingham. I know - I used to work there.
Cheers
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Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Wed 22 Jul 2009, 2:14,
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He probably means this onewww.curme.co.uk/mem.htm
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chart cat has an itch, Wed 22 Jul 2009, 6:13,
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