Yeah. Thanks.
I have in hand 2 checks made out to her. One for $7.12 for an over payment on a medical bill, and one for $22.48 after cancellation of her newspaper.
She has a checking account with Wachovia. I write "For Deposit Only" on the back of the checks. Go to a local Wachovia, get a deposit slip, fill it out and sashay my fat ass up to a teller.
Me: "Hello"
Wachovia Teller: "Hello"
Me: "I'd like to make this deposit." Hand her the 2 checks and the deposit slip.
WT: "Can I see some picture ID please?"
Me: "Why?"
WT: "So I can tell this account is yours"
Me: "It's NOT my account. It's my Mother's account. Why do you need picture ID for me to make a deposit."
WT: "Is the account here?"
Me: "She didn't open the account at this branch. She opened it up at her apartment complex."
WT: "No. I meant does she have an account with Wachovia?"
Me: "Um. No. Her account is with Bank of America, that's why I'm here at a WACHOVIA bank trying to make a deposit!"
WT: "Oh. Ok."
She does the deposit and gives me the deposit slip.
Me: "Can you please tell me what the balance on the account is?"
WT: "No. You're not on her account."
Me: (Because I think ahead) "I have a copy of the durable power of attorney here."
WT: Grabs the 4 pages. "Wait. I have to get a manager"
They huddle in the back with blah, blah, blah, fucking blah.
The Wachovia Manager comes up to me.
WM: "Sir. I'm sorry but I can't tell you the balance on the account because you're not listed on the account."
Me: "I know I'm not listed on the account. You have a copy of the power of attorney in your hand."
WM: "I'm sorry but we can't give you this information because it's a copy and not the original."
:: I pick my jaw up from the floor ::
Me: "Yer kidding, right? You've got a copy of the document in your hand!"
WM: "Yeah, but it's not a "certified copy" and we can only act on it if we have the original."
Me: "What gives you the idea that if I HAD the original document that I'd give it to you?"
WM: "Well we won't keep it... we just have to look at the original and make a copy of it."
Me: "YOU'VE GOT A COPY OF THE ORIGINAL IN YOUR HAND YOU SPIT-DRIBBLING IDIOT!!!! Give it back to me!"
I left the office.
So you know, you hear all the time about how everything is becoming less touchy-feely what with the internets, email, voicemail, etc., right?
Where in the fuck is the thing in either one of these 2 airheads head that goes, "Hmmm. Fat dude's in here with paperwork showing he's got power of attorney and wants some info on OUR CUSTOMER... I wonder if everything is ok WITH OUR CUSTOMER!!??"
Fucking spit-dribbling idiots!
I have in hand 2 checks made out to her. One for $7.12 for an over payment on a medical bill, and one for $22.48 after cancellation of her newspaper.
She has a checking account with Wachovia. I write "For Deposit Only" on the back of the checks. Go to a local Wachovia, get a deposit slip, fill it out and sashay my fat ass up to a teller.
Me: "Hello"
Wachovia Teller: "Hello"
Me: "I'd like to make this deposit." Hand her the 2 checks and the deposit slip.
WT: "Can I see some picture ID please?"
Me: "Why?"
WT: "So I can tell this account is yours"
Me: "It's NOT my account. It's my Mother's account. Why do you need picture ID for me to make a deposit."
WT: "Is the account here?"
Me: "She didn't open the account at this branch. She opened it up at her apartment complex."
WT: "No. I meant does she have an account with Wachovia?"
Me: "Um. No. Her account is with Bank of America, that's why I'm here at a WACHOVIA bank trying to make a deposit!"
WT: "Oh. Ok."
She does the deposit and gives me the deposit slip.
Me: "Can you please tell me what the balance on the account is?"
WT: "No. You're not on her account."
Me: (Because I think ahead) "I have a copy of the durable power of attorney here."
WT: Grabs the 4 pages. "Wait. I have to get a manager"
They huddle in the back with blah, blah, blah, fucking blah.
The Wachovia Manager comes up to me.
WM: "Sir. I'm sorry but I can't tell you the balance on the account because you're not listed on the account."
Me: "I know I'm not listed on the account. You have a copy of the power of attorney in your hand."
WM: "I'm sorry but we can't give you this information because it's a copy and not the original."
:: I pick my jaw up from the floor ::
Me: "Yer kidding, right? You've got a copy of the document in your hand!"
WM: "Yeah, but it's not a "certified copy" and we can only act on it if we have the original."
Me: "What gives you the idea that if I HAD the original document that I'd give it to you?"
WM: "Well we won't keep it... we just have to look at the original and make a copy of it."
Me: "YOU'VE GOT A COPY OF THE ORIGINAL IN YOUR HAND YOU SPIT-DRIBBLING IDIOT!!!! Give it back to me!"
I left the office.
So you know, you hear all the time about how everything is becoming less touchy-feely what with the internets, email, voicemail, etc., right?
Where in the fuck is the thing in either one of these 2 airheads head that goes, "Hmmm. Fat dude's in here with paperwork showing he's got power of attorney and wants some info on OUR CUSTOMER... I wonder if everything is ok WITH OUR CUSTOMER!!??"
Fucking spit-dribbling idiots!
