[collected 2005-11]
A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the woman at the teller
window, “I want to open a damn checking account.”
The astonished woman replies, “I beg your pardon, sir. I must have
misunderstood you. What did you say?”
“Listen up, damnit. I said I want to open a damn checking account now!”
“I'm very sorry sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this
bank.”
The teller leaves the window and goes over to the bank manager to inform
him
of her situation. The manager agrees that the teller does not have to
listen
to that foul language. They both return to the window and the manager asks
the old geezer, “Sir, what seems to be the problem here?”
“The damn problem is this,” the man says. “I just won $50 million in the
damn lottery and I want to open a damn checking account in this damn bank.
“I see,” says the manager, “and is this bitch giving you a hard time?
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