I’ve had a savings account at Bank of America since before I was 5. My parents set it up for me back when Bank of America was Seafirst Bank and it didn’t suck.
Recently, I decided I no longer needed my BofA checking account and closed it. I still had my savings account and figured I could still continue banking as I had all these years… WRONG!
I went to the ATM the other day to take some cash out of savings to move to my other bank, the all-mighty WaMu. However, even after putting my card in, punching in my secret code (it’s my SAT score) and chooseing “withdrawal from savings” the damn machine started going off like a slot machine and spit my card back out, politely telling me to go F myself.
I went inside to talk to a person. I hate talking to people.
“So, if my savings account is still active, how come I can’t take money out of it from an ATM?”
“Well sir, your savings account and checking account are linked, so you can no longer access it without speaking with a teller.”
“Wait, so I have a savings account, right?”
“Yes.”
“And it has money in it, yes?”
“Yes sir.”
“And I could access it before with this card, but now I can’t?”
“Yes, sir. That is correct.”
“Fine, just give me $300.”
“Would you like to know the balances of your accounts?”
“I thought I only had one?”
“oh yes, you’re right.”
“(mumble, mumble) idiots…”
So, in short, F you BofA, and while I’m at it, F you all banks.
You open at 10, close at 6 and expect working people to be able to get to your bank during your whackjob, slacker hours? But, wait, you’re open on Saturdays… for like 45 mins.
Thanks…
I’m buying mayonnaise jars and hiding them in the back yard.
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