Halifax

Years ago, a certain bank prided itself on being «The bank that likes to say YES» This branch of the Halifax is «The bank that likes to take you hostage, twice»
Yes, you are reading that right, twice I have been held hostage by the bank staff whilst trying to exit the premises, the reason being one of those spawn of Satan deposit machines, with added emphasis on POS, has decided to eat a customers deposit necessitating a member of staff stripping its guts out.
If you are, like me, the holder of a basic account, and therefore level with pond life on Halifax’s scale of valued customer, you have to use these machines, unfortunately for us NI folk, they fail to recognise NI notes unless they’re fed in a certain way, by the time you’ve waited for the person ahead to take their notes out, smooth them down, and reinsert them half a dozen times, it’s no quicker than waiting for a cashier. But that’s not allowed for us lesser species.
In short, it’s lucky I have an understanding boss, because I was stuck for a good five minutes yesterday when I was already cutting it fine time wise.
If only piggy banks had a debit card!