Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Banking Impaired
That would be me. At least that's what I think the teller must've thought of me when I went into the bank with both kids in tow inquiring about our accounts. I specifically remember going to the bank to set up the accounts, but I couldn't remember if it was a checking or savings, and if it was a checking account, if we had ordered checks. I've never seen checks come from them, so I figured the answer was "no", but I just needed to double check. The teller gave me the run down of what would happen when I come into the bank to make a transaction. Yeah, got it! At least I was able to make my transaction, which was really why I had gone there to begin with.
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