if you for once thought tht i was giving you my money... well u know u thought wrong!!!

This is the feeling i get when i go to the banks!! Mind you here, i am not talkin about the glamorous new ones where you are greeted by a (hopefully) well groomed smiling lady, made to feel like a king.. u get the drift.. But i am not talkin about these, i am talking about the old school ones where u still find an old grumpy face (these days behind a computer monitor) or infact many old grumpy faces!! I really dont know why all of them are so sad... it gives me the creeps. And then if u ask a query of any of them... first they give you a dirty stare... and point you to another scarier lookin lady/gentleman.... i really dont understand why are they all the same... even the cashier gives you that irritated look tht says.. 'you dumb guy, why are you here to waste my time... get out of here now or you had it...'
Now what is my fault.... all i want to do is give them all the money i have.... hopin they would keep it safe and hopefully add some to it before i ask it back!!!
There are loads of these banks around.. infact most are like this... i dont know why they expect me to know everything even before i come... how do they expect me to know which counter to go to for my work, sign boards were not invented when these banks were setup... why are they not happy that i am giving them all i have, infact i travel to them and give them all i have....
God please give me strength to face these people... and please give them a reason to smile... Or i think i should jus keep the money in my socks and hide it in the house... forget about getting it multiplied!!! Afterall its my money why should i give it to anyone, who kills me everytime i visit them!!!!

Disclaimer: All views are of a deeply tortured guy, who just returned from yet another tormenting experience of a bank visit. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is SO NOT co-incidental. Kindly bear with him till he restores his mental strength. Peace....

Cheers...