Can I just get this off my chest? I hate Chase Manhattan Bank with a passion. Hate them. Hate it. Hate the whole bank, from stem to stern. I hate them so much I might mix metaphors.
After being treated horribly by their Service Line personnel, who clearly didn't care whether or not I kept my account there or not, I decided to seek banking elsewhere. I am in the current state of mind that says it's actually cheaper to have money in two banks that one. Click here to see a website devoted to hating Chase Manhattan Bank.
So I trotted over the The Dime Savings Bank and opened an account there and was treated like a mensch. I have had my petty revenge.
I also went to Citibank to deposit that blasted cheque from the British Royal Mail. It is going to take those knuckleheads three weeks to exchange my cheque in pounds for dollars. I also noticed the teller had never dealt with this situation either. Then the teller who was talking him through the form said, "All this for 42 pounds?" Bastards. It's not like I asked them to have stupid rules and forms for this. Whatever happened to "global economy" and digital banking? So much for the advances of the G8.
To celebrate my new bank, I spent money all over town. First I stumbled across a neighborhood bookstore, Logos Books, on York Avenue. I bought a paperback copy of Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. The cashier told her friend, "This books' like a bowling ball!"
I later went downtown and did some shopping at K Mart. I had to overcome year's of Great Neck-cultivated pride before finally succumbing to the economic delights of shopping in K Mart's supermarket. The clothing, however, is scary looking, and quite possibly flamable. But I'll buy discounted bottles of Shout! and tissues there.
I had a lovely little dinner at Chez Brigitte (which is lovely, and little, and only seats eleven people), and then got groceries at Fairway, which has expanded again and morphed again.
To finish off the hottest month on record, I went to see Deep Blue Sea, which was pretty good, for a shark movie. There's one wonderfully horrific and funny moment that I will never forget. Ask me if you want me to spoil it for you.
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