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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I do the latterat airports when I can't be fucked to wait for passport control to get off their coffee break. London Stansted, to be precise. They have these funky new electric passport readers with a camera; so I go off to it, put my passport through, stare and it goes *beeeep* and doesn't let me through. Now I know it won't, my passport photo is years old and I have long hair now. I feign ignorance and they usher me off to the 'rejected' desk, where a guy checks you in detail. All in all it saves me about 10 minutes, and when in need of a piss that's a long 10 minutes.
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