Today on my lunch break Jessica and I went to go close a bank account at a bank we don’t want to use any longer.  Upon going into the bank the two gals that were closest to one another behind the counter were bandying back and forth about getting married to a millionaire – together.  They argued who would get access to the money and who would have to sleep with the guy (they were definitely interested in the money and not the man who had accrued it).  Its the kind of customer service you dream of from a bank.  It reminded me of this joke:

A man is in a bar and finds a woman down the bar from him attractive.  He picks up his drink and slides on down next to her.  He looks her in the eye and says, “Would you sleep with me for $1,000,000.00?”

She sizes him up, thinks for a moment and then says, “Yes.”

The man looks back at her and says, “Would you sleep with me for $100.00?”

“What kind of woman do you take me for,” she asks.

“We’ve already established you’re a whore, now we’re just haggling over the price!”