I was having one of those day with Mrs B. Went down to the credit to close out all of our accounts because of their lousy service. They refused to let us for three more days, then said we had to turn all bank cards over to them that belong to them, then said we had to turn over all our checks to them with their name on them, and the list just goes on. My blood was just boiling as was Mrs B's.
I turned over nothing to them at that time and they said they will not close anything until we bring in the checks for shredding and the cards so they can be destroyed. I said we had already done that. Then the branch manager had the stupidity to say it is policy and if we believed everything we were told then we would be pretty gullible. I then said if you want it them that bad you can have them.
So Mrs B and I got into the truck and she said, but we destroyed everything what do you have in mind. I told her that I plan to give them what they asked for. I gathered all 900 shredded checks into a grocery bag and put the shredded cards into an envelope and we headed back to the credit union. I walked up to the teller and said here are your bloody cards, go ahead and try to reassemble them, there are more than 250 pieces there. Then I walked into the branch managers office and dumped the grocery bag of shredded checks on his desk and also took the time to spread it around a little. I said there you go, like I said we had already shredded it and now here is the proof you moron.
So tonight, I typed a letter that was close to two pages long and sent it to the vice-president of operations.
I got the butter, clams, shrimp, scallops, and corn...so where is my lobster