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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When I was a studentwe cashed rubber cheques at Morrison's cashier desk (the queue was some times yards long) and made new phone cards out of two used ones, some scissors and a roll of sellotape.
(oh and you could get pissed on the fiver you took out of the ATM once a week)
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buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Wed 22 Jul 2009, 10:00,
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I ran up a huge debt from living off my credit card using my local coop.They had the old click clunk machine so there was no balance check. I then used my grant money on getting pissed.
We also used to use a butter knife to crank up our electricity meter. By putting it in the coin slot we were able to rotate the cog that turned when you inserted a coin and turned the dial.
We also had a TV that predicted the weather far better than the weather report.
If it was going to rain we stopped receiving BBC 2.
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riverghost servicing your mum since, Wed 22 Jul 2009, 10:58,
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