I hate banks.

DO NOT BANK WITH LLOYDS TSB.

They called me up to make an appointment to see my bank manager, in case there was anything they could do with my account and to hear any feedback I could provide them. I decided to accept their invitation, because I need to upgrade my account. Two birds, one stone. Or so I thought.

Appointment time: 2pm.
Time I actually saw somebody: 2.45pm.
Time my parking ticket expired: 3pm.
Time I actually got out of the appointment: 3.30pm

Achievements: No upgrade. No feedback. £40 parking ticket.

I have a Visa card through my joint account with beloved. I dont like to use it for daily use, simply because it's -ours- rather than mine. I like to use my account for my shit. Understandable, right? Right. So I want to attach a Visa card to my account, and considering they've already given me one, it should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong.

Fuckers.

So, not only did they waste my time, they have fucked my day up to the point of total confusion and chaos.

And I have a god damn parking ticket.