Traumatic Scene

I closed the checking account at my bank today. (I won't say what bank, but it is a Bank in, and some might even say of, America.) I just got tired of certain costs and what seemed to me an inordinately high level required for "free" checking. It turned out to be a surprisingly traumatic scene.

The teller wanted to know why I was leaving. I suppose I didn't have to, but I explained why (nothing personal, just business). She called the manager over who said we've had a great relationship for over a decade and maybe there's something that could still be done to patch it up. I said sorry, it's over. You've got to make a clean cut, I've found.

And I walked across the street and opened a new account with free checking. They better not be lying to me.