I pulled up to the drive-thru at my credit union today and there was a sign posted beside the deposit cylinder which read, "If the teller doesn't refer to you by name at least twice during your transaction, you will receive a free thermal travel mug."
I don't understand the point in this little act of insincerity. Is it supposed to give me a warm, fuzzy feeling because the teller is forced to say my name, twice no less? I actually find it a little creepy. I don't personally know the teller who is fifty feet away from me behind the tinted windows and bulletproof glass. If friendly personal contact mattered to me, I'd go inside.
I don't care if they call me Buttface the Smelly Girl as long as they do my transaction quickly and accurately.
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Depends on my mood-- and yes, how sincere it sounds.
Telemarketers who don't know me and can't even SEE me, I hate it when they do that. Too intimate.
And when I was caught without a ticket (by mistake) and the inspector had my ID and calmed me down with, Now Karin..."
That made me see red. In the red.
Can I call you BUTTFACE the SMELLY GIRL? you know, just for fun!?
hehe
Why ever would you use my name? Isn't your own good enough?
Hey Buttface, you smell of girl to me...
Aisha - There you go.
Zina - You may call me anything you like, cuz.
Smelly Girl - It's just such a nice name.
Deek - I also smell of Escape (on a good day).
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