Bank On That

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Never a boring moment with my friend, Noel. Photo by Thought Catalog on Unsplash

I went to visit my friend Noel after I came back from my trip to Europe to just relax and catch up on how things were going. While we were sitting there, her mail came in and I speak talk she opened the letters. When she ripped open the last one her growl of frustration filled the room.

“These people get on my last nerve,” said Noel as she waved the letter in her hand from side to side.

“What’s the matter?” I asked and she pushed what I soon realized the bank statement towards me.

“Look at that,” she said pointing to a particular line on her statement. What she was showing me was the line that said maintenance fees and the corresponding entry that said twenty dollars. After I read it my eyes widened.

“What? Why so much?” I asked looking at what she was showing me. “What bank is this?”

She pointed to the letterhead.

“I don’t bank with them, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I had similar fees on my statement. Those banks. When one starts something the other quickly follows.”

“My question is what is the point of the bank nowadays? In the olden days you at least used to get a bit of interest from them, but nowadays if you if you get two cents added to your hundred dollars it’s a miracle.”

I laughed. “It’s not funny,” I said as I tried to hold in my laughter. I took a deep breath. “In fact, it is sad how true it is.”

“It’s so bad that they don’t even have the branch’s telephone number on the correspondence.”

“Yeah. I noticed that on my correspondence as well. Also, the fastest thing they can tell you is to go online.”

“One minute! They charged me twenty dollars. I only went to the bank three times. They owe five dollars. I’m going to call them now and sort that out.”

The fire was in Noel’s eyes. It was on now.

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