A shorter bank story
I have a credit card through my bank, and I like to go in pretty regularly and pay it via my checking account. I find that I don't have to really know much besides my name and I can get everything taken care of ... so I don't go in prepared at all.
Twice now I've gone to a certain Compass Bank location and done this, and have worked with Azam both times. He's a nice guy .. if not a little hard to understand. We do the same little dance every time: I tell him I want to pay my credit card bill. He pulls up my info with my SS#. I ask him how much I owe on my credit card. He instead tells me the amount of money I have in my bank account. I have a mini-stroke.
Good times.
Twice now I've gone to a certain Compass Bank location and done this, and have worked with Azam both times. He's a nice guy .. if not a little hard to understand. We do the same little dance every time: I tell him I want to pay my credit card bill. He pulls up my info with my SS#. I ask him how much I owe on my credit card. He instead tells me the amount of money I have in my bank account. I have a mini-stroke.
Good times.
posted by Karl at 9:06 AM
6 Comments:
Hahaha. Yay for bank stories!
Hahahaha
hmm.... I may give this blogging thing another go.
So you're rich now? What? I'm confused as to the moral of the story... :p
Not rich. Mostly just have (thankfully) more money in my account than on my credit card.
Silly Kerr, morals are for kids.
I was fat when I was a kid. Thanks for reminding me, jerk.
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