Thank God I didn't have a banana.
They took me into a private room. My wife was there too.
We had all the paperwork we needed.
There was a new website.
They had no record of our business.
We've been submitting returns for 5 years. Paying taxes.
I'm sorry we can't open your account.
The switch flicked. MELT UP.
'weve given your our tax number, we've got the paperwork. We obviously exist.'
We can't open the account if.....
Now in Wells Fargo at that moment..
It was a really crucial moment not to have a banana.
Or a gun even. Bananas can be serious in a bank situation.
Ten minutes of goodbyes, sorry I can't help...
I'm exploding inside, stop the nonsense, you can't help so shut up.
On the way out, a guy says hi. I say to my wife.
That was the drug dealer.
My barber is a dealer.
MELTDOWN.
Now I've seriously embarrassed my wife and she tells me in great detail.
QUIET. STOP. PLEASE STOP.
Look they deal with idiots all day long. It doesn't matter.
But I knew one thing.
Sometimes,with my wife, apologies work better than a banana.