This week the HSBC branch near my office shut down. It’s a right pain in the arse because it means I now have to trek it a full 5 minutes (5 minutes!) further down the road to Tesco to get cash out.
Fortunately, upon discovering this, I managed to contain myself a little more easily than one particularly disgruntled customer who carefully dispatched a steaming log on the branch’s cash machine keypad. I assume there was some symbolic reason behind this gesture.
I can’t help but imagine what the scene may have been like.
“A little going away present Mr H. S. B. C.! Congratulations!”