Friday, November 04, 2011

Little Old Lady's Letter To Her Bank


















Shown below, is an actual letter (or not – don’t know for sho) that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman.  This may or may not be real, but wouldn’t we all like to do this to our bank, credit card and loan companies?

The bank manager thought it amusing (but didn’t take it seriously) enough to have it published in the New York Times.

    
Dear Sir:
 

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.


By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.

I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement

which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for
debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways.


I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging,  pre-recorded, faceless  entity which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.

My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic,
but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

Be aware that it is an OFFENSE under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete.

I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her  as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.

Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets  and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which
he/she must quote in dealings with me.

I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number
of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service.

As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Let me level the playing field even further.
 

When you call me, press buttons as follows:
 

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALLING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH

#1.  To make an appointment to see me
.

#2. To query a missing payment.

#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping
 

#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

#6.  To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.
 

#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required.  Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.

#8.  To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.
 

#9.  To make a general complaint or inquiry.
The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.

#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.

While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to
cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?

You’re Humble Client











And remember:  Don't make old People mad.
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.

4 comments:

Janie Junebug said...

Excellent Coffey.

Love,
Lola

THINGS YOU'D NEVER GUESS ABOUT ME said...

How about when the computer asks you to input your account number then says "sorry, I did not understand".

Anonymous said...

That was great...

Unknown said...

That was hilarious.

Automated phone systems are a special thorn in my side. They make me bonkers and the Convenience Fee I get to pay for the pleasure sends me into a mild rage.

Glad I wandered over. Your follow up comment to our mutual friend Reality Challenged Dreamer made my morning.