I have a new personal crusade: I am making it my mission in life to deny any profit to Wells Fargo. I have had enough. Just this past hour, I had to make a trip to the store for a few odds and ends. First stop: The Wells Fargo bank counter to cash a check and make change:
Wells Fargo Employee a late teens-early 20s looking your man with an immediate air of attitude about him: “Sir, can I help you?”
Tripler: “Yep, I’d like to cash this check,” and I slip him a $25 check and my ID.
Without another word, he takes both and begins typing on his keyboard. A long pause later, I inquire: T: “Can I get that in two rolls of quarters and some ‘Sackies’?”
WFE: “Huh? What’s that?”
T: “A Sackie? The Sacajawea dollar. The golden dollar. . .”
WFE – a puzzled look. “And two rolls of quarters?”
T: “Yes, please.” [sub]This is a problem?[/sub]
WFE with an incredulous look on his face: “What do you need two rolls of quarters for?” [sub]You look like a terrorist. I shouldn’t give terrorists quarters.[/sub]
T – a bit taken aback, “It’s laundry day.”
WFE – hesitation sets in, “How much laundry do you have?” [sub]Terrorists don’t do a lot of laundry. I shouldn’t give terrorists quarters.[/sub]
T: “I just got back from vacation. I’ve got a lot of laundry.” [sub]What’s it matter to you, bub? Just get me the change, jackass.[/sub]
WFE: - a look of disdain: “Well, you’re taking my last two rolls. And I don’t have any “Sackies”. What do you need those for?”
T: “My cousins love collecting ‘em, and I send them to them in Christmas cards. But, I’ll take what you have.” [sub]I can understand if you don’t carry the Sackie, but I don’t care if their your last two rolls. You’re a bank. You’ve got more in the back. Go fuckin’ get ‘em in you need more.[/sub]
Manager: “Um, we don’t have any of those golden dollars, but I have these. . .” and she shows me two Susan B. Anthony dollars.”
T: “Oh, okay. That’ll work. Thank you!”
WFE:—starts coungint: “Here’s your two rolls, two dollars, and three singles. That’s all you are going to get.” [sub]You terrorist.[/sub]
T: – at this point, I could have reached over the partition and grabbed him by the collar—“Um, thanks.” I turn to leave.
WFE: “Have fun doing your vacation laundry. . .”
T: [sub]Go fuck yourself. [/sub]. In a mere instant, in this season of “giving”, I’m thinking of giving this twerp a smack upside his head.
So that was the breaking straw. Among other things:
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[li] Currently, I fork over $12.95 a month for using your bank. This is a $6.00 fee for checking (which originally was a free checking account, and $6.95 for your electronic Bill Payment service.[/li][li] Every time I go to an ATM, I pay the typical $1.50 or so for beer cash. That’s not enough for you cocksuckers. You whack me an additional $2.00 per withdrawal if I’m not using a Wells Fargo ATM.[/li][li] On several occasions, you have rejected my Direct Deposited paycheck. Granted, I ain’t Uncle Moneybags, but your rejection totally fucks up the automated Bill Pay stuff. In essence, through you, I fire off payments that I can’t fund. Thus, you whack me for “processing fees” which I have to get on the phone with your company to get refunded. This takes up time and money I shouldn’t be paying for your fuckin’ screwups.[/li][li] On that previous note, you have sometimes not paid two of my Bill Pay accounts. These are student loans that I’ve been paying through your Bill Pay thing since 2000. There have been no changes in account numbers or addresses. Yet, your computer system says, “Whoops! Ain’t gonna do it!”. [/li][li] You hit me up for “Savings Account Transaction Fees” if I transfer more than $300 in or out of my savings account. $3.00 per month, but it’s the principal of the matter. It doesn’t cost you a dime if I move my money over the internet. Fuck off.[/li][/ul]
So, these and a myriad of other nitnoid bullshit has me looking at my other bank. Free checking with no strings attached, no ATM fees from them, and if I do incur fees from the local ATM, I get reimbursed.
Wells Fargo, you have competition, and I intend to take my business over there. As soon as I pay off my credit card with you asswipes, a nasty of this letter will be sent to your home office. You had great service before, but now it’s obviously not a benefit to me anymore. I shouldn’t lose money in dealing with you.
So, in the noblest of seasons, I’d like to say, “Merry Christmas to all!” but Wells Fargo can blow me.
Tripler
This thread has been 12 months in the brewing.