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A while ago I called up The Bank and asked them if I had my thousand dollar overdraft. They said yes. Reassured so, I journeyed down to the supermarket to buy a shitload of energy drinks, only to find to my horror that my transaction was declined. So I called up The Bank again and waited patiently on hold for half an hour and was tole by a vacantly pleasant woman that all I needed to do was go down to a branch and show them my student ID as if I needed proof of my uselessness, as if my long hair and bad clothing weren't enough. This was a Sunday, and surprisingly a bank was open, and closed at 4:30PM. It was in the Central City and I didn't have much time. I ran outside and caught a well-timed bus, thinking "She's [i]got[/i] to fuck me somehow, but [i]how[/i]?". I got to town with 15 minutes to spare and sprinted my way down the waterfront to find - a deserted bank with a lonely old woman on the Foriegn Exchange counter. All other entrances were locked up. "They closed at 4" she tole me blandly.
So what really gets me is why they have the audacity, or ignorance, to claim surprise when someone vents his frustration at The Bureaucratic System with a submachine gun.
So what really gets me is why they have the audacity, or ignorance, to claim surprise when someone vents his frustration at The Bureaucratic System with a submachine gun.