I'm about to swear about the Royal Bank of Scotland. A lot. All those of a sensitive disposition, look away now.
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You're still here? Okay, but this is your last chance. I'll even post this cute [but slightly creepy - what's with the glowing red nostrils?] picture of a fluffy kitten to give you time to look away...
The Royal Bank of Scotland sucks cocks in hell. It licks the sweat from a dead man's balls and turns that sweat into a cappucino foam that is piped on top of a steaming pile of yak turds. The Royal Bank of Scotland could die a thousand times and it wouldn't be enough for me right now. The RBS are WANNNNNNNNNNNNKERS.
As you may have surmised, I'm less than impressed with the RBS right now. The cause of my ire? that's simple enough. Here in the UK we have what's called a bank holiday on Monday. It does what you'd expect from the name, with banks and other financial institutiions closing for the day. Many offices and workplaces do the same. Time was, most everything was closed. These days? Not so much.
Come Tuesday, two direct debits are due to leave my bank account. Not today, not tomorrow and not on bank holiday Monday either. On fucking Tuesday. Not before.
In its infinite wisdom, the RBS has decided to sneakily deduct the money from my account today. Saturday. Three days early. Completely cleaning me out in the process, and unable to withdraw cash. Leaving me with the grand total of... [pauses to empties change from back pocket on to desk and count it] ...six pounds and seventy-five pence to last me until Tuesday. So I'm going to have beg money off my wife until then.
Thank you, Royal Bank of Scotland, for financially emasculating me.