So, I went to the bank today to make a deposit. It’s a long story, but I bank with more than one bank. So, I was depositing money from an account at one bank (Washington Mutual) and into the account at the other bank (Regions). Essentially, I wrote myself a check. So, I go into Regions to deposit it and hand it to the teller. She makes the deposit, turns around to hand me the receipt, leans forward, squishes her boobs out and smiles at me.
“Now tell me,” she says like I’m the biggest idiot in the world, “why with these high gas prices are you banking with more than one bank? Why not have all your accounts in one convenient location?”
Well, let’s see. You ask me that same question every time I’m here (although the part about the gas prices is a clever new addition) and I give you pretty much the same answer, so you obviously have no memory that I’ve ever been here. Contrast this to Washington Mutual where every employee greets me by name when I walk in the door. Second, the boob trick might work with the guys, but I see other peoples’ boobs all day and I have a pair of my own, so I’m not all that impressed with yours. Third, you really should go down a cup size and up a band size. I can see your crinkly cups and back fat through your sweater. Finally and most importantly, it’s none of your f-ing business.
That’s what I thought, but I just smiled, told her I’d think about it and walked away.
