Fucking Cheque Account (18)
A rather scruffy-looking man goes into a bank. Reaching the head of the line, he says to the teller, "I wanna open a fucking cheque account."
"Certainly, sir," answered the teller, "but there's no need to use that kind of language."
"Couldja move it along lady? I just wanna open a fucking cheque 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."
"Just lemme open a fucking cheque account, okay?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to speak to the branch manager," said the angry teller, slipping off her stool and returning shortly with a dapper middle-aged man who asked how he could be of service.
"I just won the ten-million dollar lottery, buddy," snarled the man, "and all I wanna do is open a fucking cheque account."
"I see," said the manager sympathetically. "And this BITCH is giving you trouble?"