My bank is the same- a long line of coffin dodgers wanting to draw out a tenner or check their bloody balance or talk about crap for ages- takes em sodding ages to stuff everything back into the wheeled trolly thing and totter off. They won't use the bloody cash point- "oh no- those computer things- evil- I seen that film- you know 198something with wotsis name in- saw it at the daughters during the strike- oh no never use me card- wouldn't know how to- what time do you close......." and on and bloody on they go.
You know what if I was that old I'd be too flat out trying to cram every last day in with stuff to be spending my life in the sodding bank- death is too good for some people :twisted:
