Christina,s meltdown

Ok...The following scene took place here about an hour ago...*warning..Fowl words and phrases will be present*

Ok here is the set up...When we moved to this Godforsaken state last November I had trouble getting on my own bank account..The hubby was here at end of Oct so he got the account started..When I got here..For some reason they would not put me on the account..Something showed up..But noone would tell me what...Ok so fast forward to Saturday...

I send hubby to go cash my check..I signed it and so did he..He comes back..They would not let him cash it..So I tell him go deposited it..He comes back and they wont let him..I have to do it...So fast forward to today..

This is me and baby spawn going the drive thro..

Teller: Goodmorning
Me: ditto
Teller: " um mam do you have an account here with us"
Me: " yes, well my husband does"
Teller: " well your husband has to deposit it"
Me: " ok, Saturday my husband tried..You wouldn't let him..Said I needed to..Hence I am here"
Teller:" sorry, you both need to be here"
Me: " your kidding me..Ok I am closing our account..We are done"
Teller: " would you like to come in and talk to a banker"
Me:" damn right"

so I go into WELLSFARGO BANK...My blood is boiling and I am looking for a fight now..

The lady asks me if I have 2 forms of ID..Which I do..I give her my lisence and my social security card...She looks at them..." Do you have a credit card or something with your name on it"..

So I proceed to get everything out of my purse with my name on it..And throw it at her..And I say " there ,will that do ya?".....Then she fingerprints me..." You have got to be fucking, kidding me"..." I am being fingerprinted so I can cash this damn paycheck"...." I have seen it all now"...So she fingers prints me...At this point I am waiting for the cops to pull up and cuff me..

Then she says..." It is gonna be a 5 dollar charge to cash this"....I say.." What the hell for?".....She says." well because you don't have an account"...Me..." Yes I do...My husband does"...."Well you don't"...

" Christ is this some kind of sick joke?...Your kidding me right"
" no mam..No joke"..."Would you like to talk to a banker"
" Oh hell yes I do"

So I go back to his little cozy cubilcal....He puts in all my info..And nothing shows up..He can not see why I was not able to get on before..So I say..You can add me then?..." Well not with out your husband here"

" fuck, your kidding right...So your gonna stay open till 6pm so we can both come in here together and do the same shit I did a year ago..Don't you keep your files..You should have all the signatures needed..Come on"

" no mam, we have no record of it..Your husband has to be here".."Unless you want to open your own account"

" I don't think so...I may tell my husband to start an account somewhere else..A bunch of fucking morans work here"

Needless to say we have an appointment Thursday evening at 4:30..And if trouble comes up..I will tell them where to go once again..

so this was my meltdown at the bank today....Sorry for the laungaue..But when Momma is mad..We all suffer..

I need a drink...A good stiff drink..And I swear if I am ever called mam again..I am gonna punch the son of a bitch who calls me that right between the fucking eyes....* ok no more naughty langaue..I promise*..This is a G rated site..Sorry:)

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