Banking at Wally World
I spoke with an “Account Specialist” today at my bank named Wally.
Wait....Wally?
That doesn’t sound like someone who would be a certified personal finance specialist. It sounds like someone who should be peeping in the bedroom window of the girl next door, not outlining detailed account information over a brass nameplate on his desk in some sterile banking institution. Walter ~ maybe. Wally ~ NEVER!
Isn’t ‘Wally’ a bit paradoxical considering the nature of his profession? It’d be like having a neurosurgeon named ‘Bruno’. How confident would you feel that you were receiving the best possible service from the most qualified professional?
Wait....Wally?
That doesn’t sound like someone who would be a certified personal finance specialist. It sounds like someone who should be peeping in the bedroom window of the girl next door, not outlining detailed account information over a brass nameplate on his desk in some sterile banking institution. Walter ~ maybe. Wally ~ NEVER!
Isn’t ‘Wally’ a bit paradoxical considering the nature of his profession? It’d be like having a neurosurgeon named ‘Bruno’. How confident would you feel that you were receiving the best possible service from the most qualified professional?
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