Halifax have done just that to me, I've just pulled my metaphoric trousers back up and packed away the metaphoric barrel that they've had me over and I'm here to vent my frustration on the internet where nobody will read it. It'll make me feel a bit better though.
Basically, they've taken 28 pounds sterling from me for going 12 pence over my limit, a penny in the ocean analogy would be more appropriate here than ever in the history of literature in its reflection of financial hardship inflicted upon them though. Do they expect me to be completely ambivalent on the grounds that the 12p incursion into the red has meant that a whole section of Halifax has completely collapsed, millions of their staff dead or seriously injured and a subsequently massive loss of computer records? I'm not buying that for one fucking second. I close my eyes and all I can see is that fucking toss-pot Harold or whatever he's called, and do you know what he's doing? He's sat in a diamond encrusted, golden chastity belt at the top of a pile of Aztec gold and other unimaginable treasures. He's Laughing heartily wearing his little fuckhole glasses (now coated in brilliant white gold), and taking massive herculean bites from a roasted Bengal tiger leg that he's holding, spittle and grease dribbling from his grimacing chin. You know what I mean, right? Either way £65 is the penalty they've made up for me this time and its not exactly a sum I'm impressed with.
Its pretty simple, if these lot were actually nice to people then hippies wouldn't have much cause to go around breaking all of their upmarket windows in central London (see picture below), thus not having to take money from poor fucks like me to repair said damage. I can honestly say that I've never seen any of their staff create a human tower like they are in their recent advert, handing out fiver's like benevolent yet retarded millionaires. Perhaps I can claim my money back by pursuing a false advertising case? I'd give all of my remaining money (not a lot) to see them all try and make a human bridge in their stupid fucking uniforms which collapsed under its own weight crushing the soulless bastards to death, and inexplicably exposing those spared on the top layer to an aggressive form of swine flu.
Anyway must dash, I've just spotted an American quarter between my floor-boards and I'm going to try to fish it out and exchange it for £3 (roughly). Mind you, HBOS have probably got some dodgy cunt waiting outside my porch with a metal bar and a list full of confusing reasons why I owe that to them too.
Great, thanks activists, now I can't afford those new sunglasses I was after.
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