How fucking long does it take for a deposit to clear?
Granted, I can believe that if I had handed the teller a check written on a 2x4, or a convenience check, or handed her a suitcase of Polish zlotys, it might take a couple of days to get it straightened out. Especially since this was on Saturday morning.
But I deposited cash!!! I filled out my deposit slip and gave the teller a wad of C-notes. Well, maybe not a wad, but a larger collection of C-notes than I’ve had in awhile. Why is cash not credited to my account instantly? Or at least within a few minutes or hours? Is there a real reason for this?
What, are they waiting for clearance from the Federal Reserve? Did their counterfeit detection pen run out of ink, and the new one doesn’t arrive until after the New Year? It’s fucking cash, for Christ’s Sake! It doesn’t need to clear! Just put it in my fucking account!
Why does my online account summary still show the deposit as pending? Did you write a letter to my mommy asking where I got all this money? I’m not a pimp, although if I had spent it all on hookers and booze, I could at least be putting it to some use, instead of floating in the ether of the bank’s computer system and not earning interest.
It’s not even the largest deposit I’ve ever made, and I realize the banks get performance anxiety with big deposits, hell, the tellers practically urinate on themselves if I cause them to have to fill out any extra paperwork. It’s not even close to the largest ever, it’s not even the only big deposit I’ve made recently.
Where’s my fucking money? I’ve got rent due in a few days, you pig-sucking uncle-fuckers!
Next time I make a big cash deposit, I’m going to dress up as a pimp and have my money rolled up in a wad and act as suspicious as possible. I’m going to have my roommate write out the check for his portion of the rent on a stray cat, and misspell my name, to boot.
I’ll drive to San Francisco Airport, to the currency exchange at the international terminal and convert it all into the most obscure currency they offer before I bring it to the Wells Fargo desk in Safeway where I do my banking.
I will buy something from a foreign country and take up as much of your time as possible with a complicated international wire transfer.
My money will be dirty and soiled.
I will start to fill out paperwork for a home loan, hopelessly backing up the line, then change my mind about the whole thing. Well, maybe not that, because I don’t want to make the other customer stand in line, fighting for space with shopping carts leaving the checkout aisles.
shakes fist