Asi pred mesicem jsem byl okolnostmi donucen zmenit moji mistni banku. Zalezitost velmi nudna se diky me lehke debilite stala celkem povedenou fraskou. Tolik lidi rozesmat, lec nedobrovolne, se mi dlouho nepovedlo. Nerad zneskodnuju puvodni originalitu (at uz se to tyka cehokoli) a tak si tu muzete prelouskat celou story v autentickem zneni tak, jak jsem to tenkrat hbite zaznamenal do sveho facebookoveho statusu.

Bank account opening @ Gibraltar International Bank.

Luxurious and quiet openspace where I was only one not to wear suit, shirt, tie, patent shoes or whatever formal nonsense is expected in these ‘Potemkin village’ kind of places.

“So Mr. Kloucek, last thing we have to authorise is your unique memorable word you’ve input in the online application. I can see here in my computer it is… what? Bullshit? Is that really correct?”

“Yes, madam. Bullshit with double L, that is very correct.”

Two seconds of uncomfortable silence before…
#wholeofficeLOL