Fun at the bank

[fireheart]

So I had to go to the bank today to get some money out (I lost my card and this was the only way to access my cash in the meantime).

Got in, explained my situation to the clerk (my account was with a bank in Home State, but turned out that in Current State, they are known as something else, but they still have access to my records) and she said that I could still get money out as long as I had my ID. All well and good right?

Well, I got in the line and some guy started telling the clerk that he needed to do something and could she help him out? The clerk tried her best, but kept getting cut off by Some Guy's friend, who was sitting on a chair nearby.

Over and over, he kept repeating loudly across the bank that "his card WASN'T lost" and that "the bitch cancelled my card for no good reason" followed by some expletives at "that dumb bitch" who was trying to help Some Guy.

By the time I got to the head of the line, the guy's rant had changed to how the girl had cancelled his card for "no good reason because she didn't believe it was him." This was also followed up by how he'd "Changed his name" and that caused the change.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but if you do change your name legally, isn't one of the first things you'd do is visit your bank with the paperwork to get that stuff updated BEFORE you go using your card?

Needless to say, I got through my transaction all fine and dandy. As I walked out, I could see a security guard heading inside to shut Some Guys Friend up.

[MoonCat]

Oh, he changed his name, huh? Sure - to the one on the card he found out in the parking lot or wherever.

One thing I learned about banks: Never, ever get in line behind a couple (married, friends, whatever). Now in this case it was kind of a "stealth couple" because the friend wasn't in line. It's just that every time I've been in line behind two people who are together, there's been some kind of difficulty that took forever to resolve.

[DGoddessChardonnay]

Oh, he changed his name, huh? Sure - to the one on the card he found out in the parking lot or wherever.

One thing I learned about banks: Never, ever get in line behind a couple (married, friends, whatever). Now in this case it was kind of a "stealth couple" because the friend wasn't in line. It's just that every time I've been in line behind two people who are together, there's been some kind of difficulty that took forever to resolve.

Same can be said for the drive up window for that matter. I've lost count of how many times we've stopped at the drive up window to get a check cashed (if it's for an odd amount, we'll do drive up otherwise I can get denominations in increments of 20 at the ATM) and get stuck behind some doofus who wants to be complicated but won't go inside the bank to get their business handled.

And usually they'll moan they "don't have the time to go inside to do this" but yet will waste ten minutes in the drive up teller window arguing with the employee about the matter. Nevermind they could have pulled around, went inside and had everything done in less time.

Some folks just don't know how to use their time wisely, nor do they know how to plan ahead so they have few, if any issues arise when they go in. It's as if they aren't happy unless they do something the hard way when they could have handled it in a far easier manner and exerted less time and stress.

[XCashier]

Some folks just don't know how to use their time wisely, nor do they know how to plan ahead so they have few, if any issues arise when they go in. It's as if they aren't happy unless they do something the hard way when they could have handled it in a far easier manner and exerted less time and stress.

Except for the drive-in part, you have just described the majority of my customers lately.

[fireheart]

I'm lucky: both the bank in my home state and the bank in my current state have a "reception" desk of sorts so you can be directed to wherever you need to go without having to bounce around five different queues.

The guy was ranting at the reception lady, not the front counter clerk. He was yelling loud enough though that I couldn't hear myself telling the teller what I needed.