Banks - Forget About It, Take It To The Mattress !

I've just about had it with the banks boohooing and blubbering as they have the rest of us in their grinchy mitts.   I've a good mind to take my money and stuff it in my Beautyrest where at least I can see it, under my own terms without a slew of legal mumbo jumbo where I suspect I'm about to be hoodwinked into an agreement that will later be headlined somewhere as "She Should Have Known Better - Victim Pleads Ignorance, Court Says No Excuse".

I recently decided over the phone to have overdraft protection for two accounts from  my savings account.  This seems responsible and reasonable, does it not?  To the bank, however, this was an opportunity to Sell Me Services, for which I would also be, ahem, cough cough, charged.  I received in the mail, an envelope the size of a phone book for a metropolis.  It included two booklets, three pamphlets and eleven (YES I KNOW) addendum slips to the booklets, a two page legal size application form, a form about automatic payments, a cover letter and all that was missing was a request for a pint of my precious O neg blood.  God knows they aren't spreading the wealth, but they're sure spending plenty of cash on legal a--covering.  That's OUR cash by the way folks.

Well, I am about to take the package and shove it - probably into my bag first, then onto the desk of some hapless clerk at the bank and spend the next hour getting it all sorted out.  OR, perhaps I'll just take all my money out of the bank and sleep on it.  I haven't decided yet, but the shoving has a strong appeal at this very moment.