Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

On the hoof

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I dread going to our bank. They never have more than two people at the counter and I've never known there to be less than 15 people waiting. 

I went to get some Euros last week and by the time I got to the head of the queue I was more than narked.

After a long 20 minutes wait, I collected my Euros and the cashier smugly told me how much easier life would be if only I had one of their travel cash cards. I could even transfer money on to it over the internet. Perhaps I would like to apply for one?

"Certainly not," I replied. "I have enough trouble with your debit card, it's useless, I can never read the numbers when ordering over the internet because there’s a hoof in the way.”

“Oh really madam, let me see.” The cashier couldn’t read them either (and she was wearing glasses) she replied: “We will order you a different card without an animal across the numbers. Would you like a new pin number?”

I crabbily replied: “No thank you, I have enough trouble remembering the one I have,” and went off in a huff.

A week later said card arrives, minus the black animal and clearly displaying the numbers.  The accompanying letter told me I could use my old pin number. I was pleased and took it out straight away to play with it.
How embarrassing - at the till in Sainsbury’s my card was refused, also at the cash point. And I headed back to the bank.

I was speechless when they solved the problem - my old pin had been blocked and a new pin number was in the post!

Now how can I stay with a bank who’s left hoof doesn’t know what it’s right hoof is doing?