lockespop
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- Nov 4, 2011
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So, today I decided to make a quick run to a few local branches as I had an hour to burn. I stop at a few, make some small talk with the tellers, pick up a few clad here and there, nothing good. I stop in at one branch of one of my favorite banks and talk to the ladies, then I meander over and speak with the branch manager about mortgage rates as I am buying a new home in the next few months. I also talk to him about some transfers from my "big bank" that I will be making in the next month after some unfinished business with them clears up. He is happy to have my book of business coming his way. I wish them a good weekend and walk out.
On my way home I stop at another branch of the same bank, one that I don't go to much, and I ask for whatever coinage they would like to part with before the weekend. Two of the tellers faces light up with happiness and they start unlocking their cabinets. The third woman at the counter decides that I am something that escaped the bottom of her shoe, and loudly, and rudely, dripping with disdain, yells, "First of all, are you a customer?" (I can't stress the disdain in her voice.) I was a bit taken back, but I replied politely, "yes I am" - "Now, what do you want?", she says, still shooting me a dirty look. I say, "Just whatever rolled coin or bags of loose coin you would be willing to spare, or would like to get rid of." She snipes back, "If you don't tell me exactly what you want I can't help you." Now, I'm starting to get mad, but I restrain myself and say, "I'm not picky, I'll take whatever you can spare that is convenient, any denomination, whatever you don't want to account for at the end of the day."
With that she lets out a large, disdainful sigh. That was it for me. I said, "You know what, forget it. It's obviously too much trouble. I don't want to inconvenience you." (still holding back from really letting her have it) I turn to walk out the door and I hear her mutter under her breath, "Whatever!" -------- Whatever Okay, now it's on.
"Excuse me?" I say, "Was I asking too much of you?"
"Do me a favor and pull up my account...you got it? okay, now close it."
"But, but, but..."
"Do me one more favor, call Jack at the main branch and let him know I won't be coming in as planned in April to open my business accounts or my IRA. Also, give Charles with lending a call and let him know I won't be needing him for my mortgage either."
"Better yet, I'll just call them on my way over to PNC. Thanks for all your help today!"
It takes a lot to get me mad. I'm about as laid back a guy as anyone on this earth. She got under my skin fast.
And I did call those other guys to let them know that one bad apple cost them a minimum of $500K in business. They were not pleased, but they understood. They knew I was leaving my "big bank" to get better treatment. I'd hate to be the cause of anyone losing their job in this economy, but she is miserable and there is someone else out there who is in dire need of the job that she apparently hates doing.
One less bank on my docket...oh well.
On my way home I stop at another branch of the same bank, one that I don't go to much, and I ask for whatever coinage they would like to part with before the weekend. Two of the tellers faces light up with happiness and they start unlocking their cabinets. The third woman at the counter decides that I am something that escaped the bottom of her shoe, and loudly, and rudely, dripping with disdain, yells, "First of all, are you a customer?" (I can't stress the disdain in her voice.) I was a bit taken back, but I replied politely, "yes I am" - "Now, what do you want?", she says, still shooting me a dirty look. I say, "Just whatever rolled coin or bags of loose coin you would be willing to spare, or would like to get rid of." She snipes back, "If you don't tell me exactly what you want I can't help you." Now, I'm starting to get mad, but I restrain myself and say, "I'm not picky, I'll take whatever you can spare that is convenient, any denomination, whatever you don't want to account for at the end of the day."
With that she lets out a large, disdainful sigh. That was it for me. I said, "You know what, forget it. It's obviously too much trouble. I don't want to inconvenience you." (still holding back from really letting her have it) I turn to walk out the door and I hear her mutter under her breath, "Whatever!" -------- Whatever Okay, now it's on.
"Excuse me?" I say, "Was I asking too much of you?"
"Do me a favor and pull up my account...you got it? okay, now close it."
"But, but, but..."
"Do me one more favor, call Jack at the main branch and let him know I won't be coming in as planned in April to open my business accounts or my IRA. Also, give Charles with lending a call and let him know I won't be needing him for my mortgage either."
"Better yet, I'll just call them on my way over to PNC. Thanks for all your help today!"
It takes a lot to get me mad. I'm about as laid back a guy as anyone on this earth. She got under my skin fast.
And I did call those other guys to let them know that one bad apple cost them a minimum of $500K in business. They were not pleased, but they understood. They knew I was leaving my "big bank" to get better treatment. I'd hate to be the cause of anyone losing their job in this economy, but she is miserable and there is someone else out there who is in dire need of the job that she apparently hates doing.
One less bank on my docket...oh well.
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