Banky, I'm going to leave you.

Oh, ok bank. No that's cool.

First you fuck up my deposit, so I freak out and think my rent check's going to bounce.

Then, you tell me there's nothing you can do, and I should call back after the shit has hit the fan, and try to get any overdraft charges removed. Gosh, you were so helpful.

Now, somehow, my money is there, but it's the wrong amount. It's only off by six dollars, so I'm just going to take it, which is exactly what you want me to do. Take that ass raping, and don't you say a word.

I hate ** Banknorth. I am closing my checking account and dealing only with my Local Credit Union from now on.

It's like trying to decide between the old lover that you've been with since high school, who occasionally hits you, and even though he tells you when he's drunk and you shouldn't provoke him, you do it accidentally, and end up in the hospital, but you're so USED to him....or the new lover, who answers the cell phone any time of night, sends you emails about the bad weather and insists you drive safely, or he'll pick you up, and holds you tenderly at night while you sleep.

In other words, there's no fucking reason to dawdle over that one, is there?

Those sonsah bitches have screwed me over for the very last time. I'm not going to take it anymore.

TD ****NORTH, I'M LEAVING YOU! FOR GOOD THIS TIME!