NOT NATWEST
February 18th, 2008 Posted in Amusing EventsIt was a Saturday morning, I was hungover and I needed to get to the bank. I was in Guildford, which although being my ‘home-town’, it is not currently where I live.
I had things on my mind, what had happened the night before? Why couldn’t I remember those two hours? I walked up the high street, deep in thought, and headed for the bank.
In I went. I reached for my wallet and grabbed the cheques I needed to pay in. But something was wrong. No, something was different. It was greener, and the layout had changed. I focused on the wall and realised my error.
I stopped, in the middle of the bank, hungover, my hands on my hips and with a shake of the head and not realising my own volume, I exclaimed “THIS IS NOT NATWEST”, before spinning on my heels and walking three doors down into the correct bank, leaving the bewildered Lloyds customers in my wake.
Don’t bank after a drinking session. Or during.
