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gridloreDear Halford, I hate Bank of America.
We are *still* trying to close our account. We went to Kirsten's preferred branch, one right next to a huge upscale mall, and they are closed on Saturdays. Because closing on a day when people with big money are shopping is smart.
We head over to the one we know is open, go in, and the line for ONE teller is nearly out the door. We get to the concierge desk and get told that the person who had been waiting the longest has been there for 45 fucking minutes. I look around and literally every horizontal surface you could possibly call a chair is occupied.
So now we need to take time out of Kirsten's workday later this week, march over, and not leave until we have closed that chapter. If they even try to hard sell us into staying, I will go Bullhorn.
This reminds me; earlier this week I sent for some information from the Neptune Society. Hey, I'm going to die and since no one has even started planning my funerary temple yet, let alone start excavating a proper tomb, we figured start planning.
A few days later, I'm eating breakfast and get a call from the Neptune Society, and the guy is hard-selling me even after I told him I was eating, I just wanted to read some information, and was not interested in setting up a meeting where I supposed that along with cremation services he'd try to sell me a timeshare vacation home.
Fuck them. We've done a little searching, and found that if we eliminate most of the American Way of Death from the equation, I can be cremated for around $700.
We are *still* trying to close our account. We went to Kirsten's preferred branch, one right next to a huge upscale mall, and they are closed on Saturdays. Because closing on a day when people with big money are shopping is smart.
We head over to the one we know is open, go in, and the line for ONE teller is nearly out the door. We get to the concierge desk and get told that the person who had been waiting the longest has been there for 45 fucking minutes. I look around and literally every horizontal surface you could possibly call a chair is occupied.
So now we need to take time out of Kirsten's workday later this week, march over, and not leave until we have closed that chapter. If they even try to hard sell us into staying, I will go Bullhorn.
This reminds me; earlier this week I sent for some information from the Neptune Society. Hey, I'm going to die and since no one has even started planning my funerary temple yet, let alone start excavating a proper tomb, we figured start planning.
A few days later, I'm eating breakfast and get a call from the Neptune Society, and the guy is hard-selling me even after I told him I was eating, I just wanted to read some information, and was not interested in setting up a meeting where I supposed that along with cremation services he'd try to sell me a timeshare vacation home.
Fuck them. We've done a little searching, and found that if we eliminate most of the American Way of Death from the equation, I can be cremated for around $700.
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Date: 29 May 2022 09:53 (UTC)