So Long, Stink-Bank!
May. 23rd, 2005 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
penfieldAs of this afternoon, I am officially free of the evil Riggs-PNC banking federation, having grown inconsolably frustrated with a fee assessment regime so draconian that they were charging me $2.50 each time I glanced at an ATM kiosk. Now I'm with Bank of America, armor-clad and perched mightily on a white steed, promising me hassle-free banking, online bill pay, and phone operators staffed by Sade sound-alikes. Sigh, my hero.
Of course, the initial procedure was not entirely painless. I did have to spend an hour and a half making awkward small talk with my banking associate, Dijon, a disconcertingly but undeniably sexy black man who kept asking me for my phone number. Is this what it feels like to be a hot chick? Or was he just after my money?
Of course, the initial procedure was not entirely painless. I did have to spend an hour and a half making awkward small talk with my banking associate, Dijon, a disconcertingly but undeniably sexy black man who kept asking me for my phone number. Is this what it feels like to be a hot chick? Or was he just after my money?
