Checking Account

The Checking Account

A crusty old man walks into a bank
and says to the teller at the window,
"I want to open a DAMN chequeing account."

The astonished woman replies,
"I beg your pardon, sir.
I must have misunderstood you.
What did you say?"

"Listen up, DAMMIT.
I said I want to open a DAMN chequeing account,
NOW!"

"I'm very sorry sir,
but that kind of language is not tolerated
in this bank."

The teller leaves the window
and goes over to the bank manager
to inform him of her situation.
The manager agrees that the teller
does not have to listen to foul language.

They both return to the window
and the manager asks the old geezer,
"Sir, what seems to be the problem here?"

"There is no DAMN problem,"
the man says.
"I just won 50 million bucks
in the DAMN lottery
and I want to open a DAMN chequeing account
in this DAMN bank,
OKAY?"

"I see,"
says the manager,
"and this Bitch is giving you a hard time?"

	A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the teller at the window, "I want to open a DAMN chequeing account."



	The astonished woman replies, "I beg your pardon, sir. I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?"



	"Listen up, DAMMIT. I said I want to open a DAMN chequeing account, NOW!"



	"I'm very sorry sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this bank."



	The teller leaves the window and goes over to the bank manager to inform him of her situation. The manager agrees that the teller does not have to listen to foul language.



	They both return to the window and the manager asks the old geezer, "Sir, what seems to be the problem here?"



	"There is no DAMN problem," the man says. "I just won 50 million bucks in the DAMN lottery and I want to open a DAMN chequeing account in this DAMN bank, OKAY?"



	"I see," says the manager, "and this Bitch is giving you a hard time?"