Children are warned not to accept lollies from strange men , and rightly so. But what about irksome ladies, especially in banks, who offer you lollies? My first encounter with a lady pressing sweeties on me was in one of the four pillar banks . (Wish Sampson could flex his muscles between those pillars and bring their CEO’s crashing down to earth . ) She was one of those beaming have – a- nice- day types , trying to placate grumpy customers waiting for service .
Out came a basket of Fantales which probably caused many fillings to fall out resulting in expensive root canals , pain filled nights, bankruptcy , house repossessions and divorce. At the time I and other ungrateful customers were being tempted with a lolly, there was a wild- eyed man parading up and down outside with a placard claiming the bank had robbed him blind . Obviously, he had lost a lot of lolly and the vital statistics of Marilyn Monroe on a sticky wrapper would not satisfy him.
No doubt due to insurance company instructions and cost cutting measures, banks seem to have abandoned bribing customers with lollies. Now, as you fume in a queue at Casuarina , the tellers encased in glass cubicles like unfortunate Thai fighting fish, you are bombarded with infuriating commercials about their “products “ from a monitor perched on high . Trying to communicate with a teller through a tiny hole in the wall while the rotten l984 idiot box is making it hard to hear is an abomination.
Out came a basket of Fantales which probably caused many fillings to fall out resulting in expensive root canals , pain filled nights, bankruptcy , house repossessions and divorce. At the time I and other ungrateful customers were being tempted with a lolly, there was a wild- eyed man parading up and down outside with a placard claiming the bank had robbed him blind . Obviously, he had lost a lot of lolly and the vital statistics of Marilyn Monroe on a sticky wrapper would not satisfy him.
No doubt due to insurance company instructions and cost cutting measures, banks seem to have abandoned bribing customers with lollies. Now, as you fume in a queue at Casuarina , the tellers encased in glass cubicles like unfortunate Thai fighting fish, you are bombarded with infuriating commercials about their “products “ from a monitor perched on high . Trying to communicate with a teller through a tiny hole in the wall while the rotten l984 idiot box is making it hard to hear is an abomination.
