It's the Bob and Tom show.

Uh, to be honest, I'd never heard of The Bob and Tom show.

To be honest, I'd never heard of the first bank that treats you like your Tom Griswold.

This man came in and said he'd never heard of the first bank that treats you like your Tom Griswold.

I wanted to make a deposit, but I had a million things to do that day,

so I didn't want to spend a long time waiting in line behind a douchebag without proper identification of a loser trying to open a checking

account with 20 bucks. We could tell he was a very busy and important customer so he led him

straight to our VIP banking teller, but he refused.

I told the morons that I'd rather eat a raw turd than have to sit and listen to their pathetic

little pitch about money market funds, CDs, or squirrel Christmas accounts. I told them I'd just walk up to the drive-thru

ATM. Thank you very much.

The man was about to go out to use the ATM, but we pointed out the armored car in the parking lot.

Luckily, the manager spotted a terribly dangerous situation. There was an armored car at the down.

Statistically, you know, nine out of ten bank robberies happen in the security vehicles.

At the same time, I noticed there was a tanker truck filling the tanks at the gas station across the

street oh boy this was the perfect storm the man seemed rather nervous paranoid and suspicious

so we could tell he was exactly the sort of customer we wanted at the first bank that treats you like your Tom Griswold. I could tell something was going on and they were going to rape me on the service charges and loan rates. Yeah? Perfect. In the end, we recommended he try a different bank down the street. We didn't need the headache.

I could tell they didn't know what they were doing and they finally admitted that the bank down the street had better facilities.

I left immediately and stopped at Starbucks on the weather.

I don't think the guy ever did open an account.

My whole day turned into a shit storm.

I got nothing done.

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