A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the teller, “I want to open a f*cking checking account.” The astonished woman replies, “I beg your pardon, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this bank.” The woman leaves the window & goes over to

A crusty old man with a gruff demeanor shuffled into the local bank, his eyes squinting behind thick glasses as he approached the teller’s window. Without a hint of hesitation, he grumbled, “I want to open a f*cking checking account.”

The young teller, taken aback by the man’s coarse language, blinked in astonishment before recovering her composure. “I beg your pardon, sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this bank,” she replied firmly, her voice tinged with disapproval.

The old man huffed, his wrinkled face contorting into a scowl. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered under his breath, feeling a mix of frustration and indignation at the teller’s response. He had never been one to mince words or sugarcoat his thoughts, and he wasn’t about to start now.