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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Very nice the Abbeyonce you get passed the thick Galician accent and have trained your ears over years listening for SETI through 1.4GHz of static in order to hear her over the background call centre hubbub.
I swear you can even hear the fug of smoke which no doubt engulfs them in the 40 degree heat of the Madrid sports bar they like to call a call centre.
Lovely, helpful people though. They send you a calendar every christmas to stick next to the one you get from the chinky.
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buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Wed 22 Jul 2009, 9:40,
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