Some will remember this post so popular that I take my blog to the world famous, others ... have no idea what I'm talking about and think that my blog does not have such a reputation but that is crap. For both, here I post a new adventure I had with Arturito.
all started again one morning when I remembered that I had to pay a debt to my mother. As a first option - and to do more simple, "tried to make a transfer, but seeing that this did not work, I decided face my fears and go for Arturito.
I came to the bank and I got in line to wait my turn. Luckily arrived quickly and in two minutes I was in front of my enemy. First problem: I did not know the branch number. I had to go outside to phone my mom and redo the entire row (which had become a hell whoooole).
Thank god, while lining up my dearest aunt called me I was waiting for lunch and I asked him to accompany me to come. No suspect at the time that would ruin the damn Arturito again our lunch. While waiting the put up with the new developments work / love / scholars who did not know (one of two, few innovations or line is long) move to our vile enemy.
Once there, and knowing previous experience with the machine, Sil started to deal with it. I had a single and simple task: the envelope with the money. It was then, once entered all the data, which Arturito asked me about. As an innocent girl I tried to give it, but he refused. Finally, I gave him a nudge and enter the envelope.
I had finished the operation when Sil struck me asking for proof of deposit. What? was response received. It was at that moment, as she spoke of proof, where the error appeared: "Failed to receive the envelope." Chaaaaaan!
My despair was instantaneous. I had lost my money, Arturito had me fooled ... again! THANK GOD, as I said before, my you was with me as I calmly suggested that we had to go downstairs to ask what to do. Said and done, we went downstairs and told us we had to go to customer service.
There, a noble lord, we look to face 'that rutabagas' and told us we returned to the cashier and I'll wait a minute.
Then we went and waited. I was about to collapse nervously and Arturito continued with his message of error. A few minutes later - with a considerable audience, which included a policeman who was watching the cashier, was the treasurer of the bank.
Imagine the situation, opening the Arturito kind, people looking around nervously me collapsing ... terrible!
Thank God, all concluded well as the treasurer asked me the data and the amount of money to assure that it was my money, but ... was a vergüeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenzaaaa!
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