You can show your purple triangle antennae again. And bring your purse! It’s the end of an era, kids. A bigoted, small-minded era, but an era nonetheless.
In other news, I am shopping for a new bank. Because those morons at my bank, HSBC, sent my new debit card to one of their branches halfway across Brooklyn instead of to my house. Where my landlady was waiting all day for the DHL guy to show up. I have no idea why they would have sent it to a bank branch that I have never ever been to, and the supervisor I talked to couldn’t tell me either. So now I am waiting until Monday for the new card to show up, because apparently HSBC doesn’t understand the concept of overnight delivery, those fuck ups. I have lodged a complaint with the Better Business Bureau, and flat out told the chick that I talked to that they had just lost a customer. I also told her I will have her head on a fucking pike if I don’t get the card on Monday.
I would like to warn all of you that if you have HSBC? You should get the hell out and find a bank who cares about your security. Because HSBC obviously does not if they will not only allow my debit card number to be stolen twice in two years, but then deliver a replacement card to somewhere I have never been and allow it to be signed for by someone whose name was not anywhere on the card or the envelope (I had them place landlady’s name on the envelope just in case – fat lot of good that did me).  I will say it in big capital letters:
HSBC IS THE WORST BANK ON THE PLANET.
I’m switching, even though it’s going to be a huge pain in the ass with the direct deposit I have at work. I’m thinking WaMu. They seem to value customer service and security.
I don’t like to speak ill of the dead and I do have sympathy for the family’s loss but that man’s mouth being silenced has got to be a good thing.
Gawd, your bank story reminds me of trying to get a cash advance on my credit card when I was living in London. Total goat rope indeed!
I’ll be sure to remember HSBC is crap. We’ve thought a few times about transferring to one of the bigger banks so we wouldn’t have to make the drive back to my hometown should we ever need to do business in person at our community bank. Of course with as little need as we have for that, the hassle of changing everything over doesn’t seem worth it especially after hearing about your experiences. I mean the employees at our bank don’t always seem to be the brightest bunch but at least they’ve never done anything to cause the kind of trouble you’ve had to deal with.
I like Commerce and North Fork. WaMu not so much.
Just don’t switch to Regions. They did something to their records, and for some reason, we all had to take our CHECKS this last time, instead of direct deposit. I usually get direct deposit a day early, so it SUCKED. They’ve also changed names and owners 4 times since I’ve been a member.
Banks have too much control.
I use Citizen’s Bank. Not by choice, mind you. I started out with a great local bank. That got bought out by Fleet bank. Who got bought out by Citizen Bank. So I’ve had 3 banks now and my money never moved.
However, I’ve had no problems with them and they got me a new card when the Wife’s purse was stolen.
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And how the fuck did Falwell think a damn Teletubbie was gay? I actually had to watch the show a few times when Maverick was small. Besides making both our IQs drop a few points, the only thing I got out of that stupid show as that you could tell what the hell sex those things were.
Then he done blamed 9/11 of liberals, feminists, fags, and any other left leaning group and put himselve up there with the rest of the crazies.
I was at work and looked up at Steve and said, (in a very Fundamentalist way): Brother, it is a sad day that the REVEREND Jerry Falwell has departed this life and is nowing meeting his savior.”
Steve: “Can I get a “hallelujah”?”
Nanner: “Hallelujah.”
Steve: (staticy/loudspeaker voice): (Gshhh) Attention, in memorial of the Reverend Falwell’s untimely death, Heaven will closed for three days of mourning. Please take a number and we’ll get to you as soon as possible.”
Yep, we’re going to hell.
When I lived in NY, I switched banks based on the fact that one’s ATM allowed you to just swipe your card; the other had it fed into the machine. I chose the former bank. Because too often late at night, I’d go to get more money for the bars and forget my card in the machine. Yes, my drunken binges decided my banking needs.