The astonished woman

The astonished woman replies, “I beg your pardon, Sir I must have misunderstood you what did you say?” “Listen up, damn it I said I want to open a damn checking 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 that sort of language. They both return to the window and the manager asks the old biker, “Sir, what seems to be the problem here?” “There is no damn problem,” the man says, “I just won 50 million dollars in the damn lottery and I want to open a damn checking account in this damn bank!” “I see,” says the manager, “And is this bitch giving you a hard time?”

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