![This is a question](/images/board_posticon.gif)
Your 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
( , Thu 16 Jul 2009, 13:15)
« Go Back
![This is a QotW answer](/images/board_posticon.gif)
She handed me the "available amount" slip.
It was a stinking hot day and the the amount I could remove from my account was zero.
Right on cue, the trusty lurcher dog by my side threw up, copiously.
Perfick.
( , Sat 18 Jul 2009, 23:50, 2 replies)
![This is a QotW comment](/images/board_posticon.gif)
just through sheer lurcher-owner solidarity.
Lurchers. Best of all the animals.
( , Mon 20 Jul 2009, 10:15, closed)
![This is a QotW comment](/images/board_posticon.gif)
Bank says no money
Lurcher, by my side, throws up
On the Natwest floor
( , Mon 20 Jul 2009, 10:33, closed)
« Go Back