- May 4, 2000
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I go into a branch of my bank (I have never gone there before), and go to deposit money (checks).
The teller wants to see my ID. I tell her she has to be joking because I have my bank debit card on me and I know the PIN. She tells me that this is for my protection. Of course my ID is in my car located about five feet outside of the front door, but I think to myself that it doesn't fvcking matter. I am going to teach her a lesson.
I tell her to get the manager. The teller is probably 18 years old, and I think she had a "in training" button on.
The manager comes over and asks me how she can help me.
I tell the manager to shove a stack of deposit slips up the tellers ass and that I am going to drive 35 minutes across town at lunchtime to deposit my checks at another bank branch location.
You should have seen the look on the managers face! I taught them a lesson!
The teller wants to see my ID. I tell her she has to be joking because I have my bank debit card on me and I know the PIN. She tells me that this is for my protection. Of course my ID is in my car located about five feet outside of the front door, but I think to myself that it doesn't fvcking matter. I am going to teach her a lesson.
I tell her to get the manager. The teller is probably 18 years old, and I think she had a "in training" button on.
The manager comes over and asks me how she can help me.
I tell the manager to shove a stack of deposit slips up the tellers ass and that I am going to drive 35 minutes across town at lunchtime to deposit my checks at another bank branch location.
You should have seen the look on the managers face! I taught them a lesson!