I
HATE
BANKS
I hate being in a bank.
I hate dealing with banks.
I hate what a bank stands for.
And sometimes, I hate the people working in the banks.
A few years ago a local Malaysian bank (with a tiger as logo) tried to cheat me of more than RM20,000. Luckily I have my own personal Chartered Accountant.
Today was an experience of gargantuan ineptitude.
As a customer I was told to go home to print my own form. This was from your own "world's local bank." I wondered out loud - what would happen if I don't have internet at home; or my printer runs out of ink - "go to the internet cafe," I was told (by the acne infested 13-year-old bank greeter).
I went to other bank and was told that I couldn't do my transaction because it closed at 1pm - and I was told this at 12.55pm! That one was from a large UAE bank. The name of the bank starts with "M". And ends with "ashreq"
I even got shouted at by the teller for being "late."
Of course I shouted back at her.
But I did change my tact when I intercepted the bank manager. I broke out a charm offensive. I shook his hand and spoke to him with respect. I said please and thank you, spoke almost in whisper. I explained to him nicely how my life doesn't revolve around hanging out in bank lobbies and eventually persuaded him to take my money.
So now I'm hoping I don't have to see the inside of a bank for a few more years.
I shall keep dreaming.
