The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, July 9, 2011

getting away from one bank

I trust my spouse with everything, no question. But when we went to close our bank account to change banks, the manager didn't so much as glance at my ID. Yes, it's a joint account, and either of us has full rights, but to not even have my identification checked, when I am sitting right there, is a bit disturbing. And I'm very glad we left this large, national, bank.

I did not shake anyone's hand there. When he said, "see you!" I muttered, "no, you won't." Because, well, he won't.

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