Went to the bank just now, to deposit some moolah into my sad , sad , dismal account.He dropped me off the front porch and I made my way up the stairs.
HONK HONK HONK
What's wrong with the caveman ? Bad enough I have to be on the look out for suspicious characters, I'll be back in just a bit.
Push my way in, ignoring him totally.
Gawdamnit , did the bank finally do some reno ?
Why'd they even bother, since everything looked just as old.
Ah, there's a word for this... It's called songlap ( crude internet speak for ill gotten gains through unfair tenders or contracts )
Not only did someone songlap a bundle from the
"renovations " the whole start up screen looked different too.
Must be something to do with the recent heist. 3 over million ringgit syphoned out, hacked into at the atms, by what was said to be a South American gang.
Banks gotta do what a banks gotta do.
Was about to slot my card in,when I felt a tap on my shoulder. The blood rushed from my head . Should I turn around or sock the bugger in the face with my purse ?
No need..... it was hubs.
He : " You're in Public Bank "
Me : " Huh ? "
He : " You're supposed to go to Maybank .....
Me : " and your point is ? "
He : " It is NEXT DOOR "
Me : " WHAT ???"
He : " you're in the wrong bank "
Groan....How could I make a mistake like this ? Imagine if my card had gotten swallowed. I would have kicked up a fuss and called the bank up . If the answer was not satisfactory I would have questioned them in a most inappropriate manner. They would have tried to understand my predicament . And provided me with assistance . Only to find put later that I'd tried to access my account at the wrong bank. And they all would have a jolly good time laughing at my impressive intelligence.
Let's have a midnight cheesecake.
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