I went to the bank today to bank my company's cheques. That was a fantastic experience. I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone though and take some cash out for the weekend. This was at a Natwest. The fucking ATM ate my card and liked it so much it didn't return it to me. So I rang my bank (Smile) thinking something had gone wrong with my account. "Oh no Mr Rogers, your account's fine. It's probably just a faulty ATM." Terrific. A faulty ATM. That's alright then, you've brightened my weekend. I have to wait now for a new card and a new sodding PIN. Last time they sent all this out to me I was waiting 3 and a half weeks. Smile? Not sodding likely.

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