When I got back from break, a couple was waiting for me in the lobby, wanting to apply for a loan. The woman had nasty crooked teeth (at least one of them was missing), but I tried not to let that color my perception of them. Their words were bad enough.
The man spent the whole time in my office with his hands steepled in his crotch, like he was framing his dick for extra attention.
For the most part, only the woman spoke, unless she needed to check with the man to verify something she couldn't remember. She rambled a lot. This is pared down a bit.
SC: We already went to the bank in <nearby town> and <vague statement about how they were turned down>.
SC: My brother's willing to cosign for me, but he lives in North Dakota, so we'd have to do everything by fax.
Me: That's fine, but we would need him to mail the original signed copy back before we could fund the loan.
SC: So we couldn't do anything today?
Me: No.
SC: My mom's boyfriend is also willing to cosign and put his house up as collateral, but I don't like him. Will that let me get more money?
Me: Potentially. We'll have to see.
SC: I'm on disability, and I got my first check, but I don't have a check stub or a letter from them saying how much I get. They owe me, like, $5600, but I don't have anything documenting that, either.
Me: Well, we can look at alternative documentation.
SC: I've got my student loans on my credit. They're going to get rid of them, or whatever you call it. I'm paying them $5 a month until they're gone.
Me: That... should be ok, as long as we can get documentation that they're going to be written off...
SC: I don't have any documentation of it.
Me: That might make things difficult. How much were you wanting to borrow?
SC: Like, $6000 or $7000. And my credit score's like 560.
Me: <internal sigh> Then we're probably not going to be able to do anything for you. If you'd like to fill out an application, I can still look at it...
SC: Even with a cosigner?
Me: Unfortunately, that doesn't help. <starts to explain bank policy>
SC: <interrupting> Never mind. Let's go to the credit union.
Me: <breathes sigh of relief>
The man spent the whole time in my office with his hands steepled in his crotch, like he was framing his dick for extra attention.
For the most part, only the woman spoke, unless she needed to check with the man to verify something she couldn't remember. She rambled a lot. This is pared down a bit.
SC: We already went to the bank in <nearby town> and <vague statement about how they were turned down>.
SC: My brother's willing to cosign for me, but he lives in North Dakota, so we'd have to do everything by fax.
Me: That's fine, but we would need him to mail the original signed copy back before we could fund the loan.
SC: So we couldn't do anything today?
Me: No.
SC: My mom's boyfriend is also willing to cosign and put his house up as collateral, but I don't like him. Will that let me get more money?
Me: Potentially. We'll have to see.
SC: I'm on disability, and I got my first check, but I don't have a check stub or a letter from them saying how much I get. They owe me, like, $5600, but I don't have anything documenting that, either.
Me: Well, we can look at alternative documentation.
SC: I've got my student loans on my credit. They're going to get rid of them, or whatever you call it. I'm paying them $5 a month until they're gone.
Me: That... should be ok, as long as we can get documentation that they're going to be written off...
SC: I don't have any documentation of it.
Me: That might make things difficult. How much were you wanting to borrow?
SC: Like, $6000 or $7000. And my credit score's like 560.
Me: <internal sigh> Then we're probably not going to be able to do anything for you. If you'd like to fill out an application, I can still look at it...
SC: Even with a cosigner?
Me: Unfortunately, that doesn't help. <starts to explain bank policy>
SC: <interrupting> Never mind. Let's go to the credit union.
Me: <breathes sigh of relief>

Is this common, Ghel?



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