bank of america pt. 2
this was the last time i went into bank of america. i was tryin' to cash my paycheck on a friday afternoon. the bankteller says that because my driver's license is expired, they can't cash my check. so i yell into the intercom "does that mean it's not fuckin' me?". and she just repeats herself. i then then yell that this is bullshit & i speed around the front, park, & go inside. i just bypass the line of 10+ people & charge up the counter. i tell'em my name, & ask what the problem is. the manager comes out & tells me they're not gonna cash my check & that i need to leave. so i spit a big ol' nasty thing on the counter & take her advice on leavin'.
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