Banks

Banks. I hate them.

Benedict Arnold once said something along the lines of "Fucking banks, taking all my fucking money, I ought to bone them up the...".

It may be paraphrased slightly, but you get the idea.

It disturbs me that recently banks have been making a much bigger effort to make themselves seem friendlier, and as far away as possible from the stone-walled vaults populated by stooped, bearded men with umbrellas of yore.

When looking for the tellers at one particular bank, I was confronted with a sign that said "Listeners (and tellers too)", which is decidedly lame. Are they deliberately trying to provoke me into a blog piece?

Getting money out of an ATM has also become a hassle, as recently when I tried to extract my hard-earned, neon-coloured paper we call money, an ecstatically happy woman on the the screen said "Ooops! This account appears to be empty!"

This bothered me as she was far too happy, and seemed to care little about my problem. I cared not that she was a digital photo.

"Give me my fucking money!" I shouted, and banged on the screen, but to no avail.

Eventually I fixed my problem over the Internet, with only perfunctory wailing and gnashing of teeth. If there is one improvements banks have given us, it's internet banking, as now I can move my monies to my hearts content without a bunch of sad-faced low level employees with fake smiles trying to engage in small talk.

Oh, by the way, why does everyone who works in a bank look like this?