Absa vs Standard Bank
Monday, August 3rd, 2009Today I went into the bank to deposit a cheque for my dad. He has a bunch of deposit slips at the office, so he filled it in and I went to deposit it (whereas normally I fill it in as well).
I got to the bank, dashed in to the entrance cubical with another two people, and managed to get to the counter first. Awesome! I hand in my deposit slip and the cheque, and am met by a blank look from the teller.
“Um,” he says, holding up the slip for me to see.
I looked carefully to see if my dad hadn’t signed it, or did he leave out the date or something? I saw anything amiss and return his blank look.
All he says (with a smile) is, “Absa.”
The lightbulb above my head turns on: “Oh duh!” is my response, slapping my palm to my forehead.
It dawns on me I’m standing at a teller in Standard Bank.
Blind!!
Needless to say, I laughed and mumbled something about it being early morning still, and hurried across to Absa bank. Unfortunately, there was a long queue.
Loading ...