I went to the bank that holds my second mortgage to make the payment. I usually use one of the deposit slips at the drive thru since I can never find the payment slip I'm sent every month. Seeing as it's been rainy, snowy and generally cold, the weather caused the slips to get wet then freeze into one solid mass in the drive thru lanes. The parking lot was packed, so there was no way I could park and go in, thus my use of the drive thru.
So I wrote the check, noted the account it was to be credited to and put the check and my ID into the tube and sent it off.
The teller gets the check, tells me that I need to fill out a slip and can't credit anything until I do. I ask for a slip. He argues that there are slips by the tube. I tell him that they are frozen solid. He says I need to fill one out.
Me: So, you're telling me that I somehow need to break off a slip from this frozen hunk and send it to you?
Teller: Yes, Ma'am
Me: Think about what you're saying. The slips are frozen together. There is no way for me to do that. *me grabs the hunk and waves it in front of the camera* see? Frozen. There is no way to do it.
Teller: That's not my problem, Ma'am. You can come in if you'd like.
Me: How long is the wait inside?
Teller: Just about an hour.
Me: *sighs* Okay *breaks off a hunk of slip, writes as best I can my name, account number and amount to be paid to the second mortgage and sends it in the tube*
Teller: *after a few minutes* Oh, I guess it really is frozen. I guess I can just fill out a slip I have here.
Me: *bangs my head against the steering wheel*
So I wrote the check, noted the account it was to be credited to and put the check and my ID into the tube and sent it off.
The teller gets the check, tells me that I need to fill out a slip and can't credit anything until I do. I ask for a slip. He argues that there are slips by the tube. I tell him that they are frozen solid. He says I need to fill one out.
Me: So, you're telling me that I somehow need to break off a slip from this frozen hunk and send it to you?
Teller: Yes, Ma'am
Me: Think about what you're saying. The slips are frozen together. There is no way for me to do that. *me grabs the hunk and waves it in front of the camera* see? Frozen. There is no way to do it.
Teller: That's not my problem, Ma'am. You can come in if you'd like.
Me: How long is the wait inside?
Teller: Just about an hour.
Me: *sighs* Okay *breaks off a hunk of slip, writes as best I can my name, account number and amount to be paid to the second mortgage and sends it in the tube*
Teller: *after a few minutes* Oh, I guess it really is frozen. I guess I can just fill out a slip I have here.
Me: *bangs my head against the steering wheel*



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