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

As the teller turned away to consult with her manager, the old man stood his ground, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. He may have been gruff and abrasive, but he was determined to open that checking account, come hell or high water.

A few moments later, the bank manager emerged from her office, a stern expression on her face as she approached the teller’s window. “Sir, I understand you wish to open a checking account,” she said, her tone measured and composed. “But I must insist that you refrain from using inappropriate language while conducting business in this establishment.”

The old man bristled at the manager’s admonishment, but he begrudgingly nodded his understanding. “Fine,” he grumbled, his voice laden with resignation. “Just get on with it then.”