The Event that Took Over My Week, Part Two

Getting into my two month old car and finding the window hanging by its tinting and everything stolen wasn't bad enough. It's true. I had to be woken up by lame-ass SBC threatening to turn off my phone. And then I had to discover that due to a stolen deposit, I am now hundreds of dollars overdrawn. That's hundreds of dollars of fees, about twenty dollars in the hole before that. Of course I wouldn't have been overdrawna t all if that inbred piece of filth hadn't stolen my purse. I have the police report to prove it. Bank of America isn't impressed though, they don't really give a damn. Nope. In fact, they have decided to join the motherfucker in robbing me. They're not refunding the fees. Evidently Bank of America's goal of excellent customer service only extends so far. Further fucking me, the victim, doesn't seem to concern them. That's great. I was really worried because I won't be able to pay rent, due to their bullshit fees. But you know? It's okay, because I just won't have my check deposited there. *smiles brilliantly* I have no business with them if this is how they treat their clients. I'll just open a new account at another bank. If B of A wants my fucking cash they can wait for it. Motherfuckers. *smile*

You know? I've just about fucking had it. Yep. If it wasn't for my pals and my mom and dad, I'd have likely gone on a killing spree of every worthless piece of shit that could have possibly perpetrated this little crime. Not to mention Bank of America.

Seriously, if you're bank shopping, consider if you want a bank that holds you financially liable for events beyond your control, a bank that further victimizes victims.