He Just Wants A Checking Account

A rather scruffy-looking man came into a bank. Reaching the head of the line, he said to the teller, "I wanna open a damn checking account." "Certainly, sir," answered the teller, "but there's no need to use that kind of language." "Could you move it along man? I just wanna open a damn checking account," growled the would-be customer. "I'll be glad to be of service, sir," said the teller, flushing slightly, "but I would appreciate not being spoken to in that way." "What the hell? Just let me open a damn checking account, okay?" "I'm afraid I'm going to have to speak to the branch manager," said the annoyed teller, slipping off his stool and returning shortly with a woman who asked how she could be of service. "Hell, I just won the TEN MILLION DOLLAR lottery," snarled the man, "and all I wanna do is open a damn checking account." "I see," said the manager sympathetically. "And this MORON is giving you trouble?"