Sunday, April 22, 2012

When money talks, nobody checks the Grammar!

A crusty old man walks into a bank and says, "I wanna open a fucking savings account."

The astonished woman replies, "I beg your pardon sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated here."

She goes to the bank manager to complain. The manager agrees such foul language can't be accepted.

They both return to the window and ask the old geezer, "Sir, what seems to be the problem here?"

 Old man: "There is no fucking problem, I just won $200 million bucks in the fucking lottery and I want to put my fucking money in this fucking bank."

 Manager: "I see, and is this bitch giving you a fucking hard time sir?"


 




A bit more on banks...

When a banker was called upon to give his expert opinion on whether a borrower is deemed poor by a bank, said something to the effect that it was on the contrary, because the bank would not lend to someone who has no property which the bank could use as collateral for the loan.

People would have noticed that the banks seem to go after the smaller borrowers with harsh actions, but they are more careful with really big borrowers because when these are in trouble, even the banks too will be in trouble.

Local banks in Malaysia treat their big customers with special privileges, like special parking spaces for them, and special counters or even rooms for them to do their transactions.

But business is business, bank related credit card companies do not welcome holders who paid promptly because they have no chance to make profits from them.
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