Letter to my Bank
I am writing to thank you for bouncing the check with which I endeavored to pay my Internet Service Provider last month. By my calculations some three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check, and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it. I refer, of course, to the Automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I admit, has only been in place 15 years.
You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account with $50 by way of penalty for the inconvenience I caused to your bank.
My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways. You have set me on the path of fiscal righteousness. No more will our relationship be blighted by these unpleasant incidents, for I am restructuring my affairs in 2016, taking as my model the procedures, attitudes and conduct of your very bank. I can think of no greater compliment, and I know you will be excited and proud to hear it.
To this end, please be advised about the following changes.
First, I have noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you I am confronted by the impersonal, ever-changing, pre-recorded, faceless entity, which your bank as become.
From now on I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh and blood person.
My mortgage and loan repayments will, therefore and hereafter, no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee of your branch, whom you must nominate.
You will be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact Status, which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Justice of the Peace, and that the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.
In due course I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in all dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required to access my account balance on your phone bank service.
As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Let me level the playing field even further by introducing you to new telephone system, which you will notice, is very much like yours. My Authorized Contact at your bank, the only person with whom I will have any dealings, may call me at any time and will be answered by an automated Voice.
By pressing buttons on the phone, he/she will be guided through an extensive set of menus:
- To make an appointment to see me
- To query a missing repayment
- To make a general complaint or inquiry
- To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.
- To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.
- To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.
- To transfer the call to my mobile phone in case I am not at home.
- To leave a message on my computer. But, to leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated at a later date to the contact.
- To return to the main menu and listen carefully to options 1 through 10 again
- The contact will be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
While this may on occasion involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration.
This month I've chosen a refrain from The Best of Woody Guthrie:
'Oh, the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are filled with silver
That the miners sweated for.'
After twenty minutes of that, our mutual contact will probably know it off by heart. On a more serious note, we come to the matter of cost. As your bank has often pointed out, the ongoing drive for greater efficiency comes at a cost -- a cost which you have always been quick to pass on to me. Let me repay your kindness by passing some costs back.
First, there is the matter of advertising material you send me. This I will read for a fee of $20 per page. Inquiries from your nominated contact will be billed at $5 per minute of my time spent in response. Any debits to my account, as, for example, in the matter of the penalty for the dishonored check, will be passed back to you. My new phone service runs at 75 cents a minute (even Woody Guthrie doesn't come for free), so you would be well advised to keep your inquiries brief and to the point. Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.
I wish you a happy and prosperous 2016
Your humble client...
Webmonk – Friars Club
Canadian & USA Cooperation
Scientists at the Canadian Research Facility built a gun specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners and military jets, all traveling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.
Amtrak engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to the NASA engineers.
When the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurled out of the barrel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control console, snapped the engineer's backrest in two and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin, like an arrow shot from a bow.
The horrified Americans sent the Canadian Research Facility the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the Canadian scientists for suggestions.
The Canadian Research Facility responded with a one-line memo:
'Defrost the chicken.'
From the Blonde Files
My wife will buy anything marked down.
...........Last year she bought an escalator.
Husband Store – A Classic
There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!
She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the sign reads:
'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.'
'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going
'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'
To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a New Wives store just across the street.
The second floor has wives that love sex and have money and like beer.
The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited .................
A Newfoundlander is walking along a beach when he comes across a lamp partially buried in the sand. He picks up the lamp and gives it a rub. A large genie appears out of the bottle and tells him he has been granted one wish.
The guy thinks for a moment and says, 'I want to live forever.'
'Sorry,' said the genie, 'I'm not allowed to grant eternal life.'
'OK, then, I want to die after a Liberal government balances the budget and eliminates the debt.'
The genie stared at him a second or two then says ......
'You're a crafty one aren't you