I walked in here last week to make a deposit into a friend's account to help her out. I didn't think this would be terribly difficult or time consuming. This would be where I first went wrong in thinking. This was supposed to be a pretty straightforward exchange. You take my money, put it in this account, give me a receipt I can show her, and off we go. Everyone has a great day. It's not that simple here.
I walked in here with cash in hand, which was my first mistake. Who knew walking into a bank with cash in hand was a problem? You'd think they would want to take my money. I get stopped by a guy who may have been the manager, or resident bouncer. I'm not sure, as he gave off the impression of being more of a bouncer than anything. Which was hard to take him seriously when he's my height. He wasn't wearing a name tag, so I have no idea what his actual name was.
He asked me if he can help me. I need to make a deposit, I have the account and routing number, name, everything. Simple transaction. He launches into a five minute speech about how if I'm not a member, I can't deposit cash into a member's account. OK, I can live with that. He starts rambling off the numerous other forms of deposits they'll take. Check, money order, bla bla bla. I zoned out once I decided I was writing a check. I said I would write a check. Which should be the end of this conversation. We've come to an agreement on what form of my money they will take, so we can continue the transaction.
Unfortunately, Mr. Yappy Bouncer was so consumed by his efforts to provide "customer service" that he just kept talking. Instead of accepting that I said I would write a check and starting the deposit slip, he launches into another speech about places where I could get a money order nearby. Finally I get annoyed, as I have places to be, and listening to his speeches that didn't apply to me wasn't where it was at. I had to cut him off by saying once again, I'll write a check. Finally, he starts a deposit slip. Then drags me over to an actual teller. I had to basically stand in the doorway of the bank to listen to all of his speeches.
Once I get to a teller, I ask him to confirm the account number matches the name of my friend. I don't want to deposit money into an incorrect account. He says yes. Which is almost the extent of our conversation. He deals with it while I stand there bored and wondering if we're done, and he's expecting me to leave, but I needed a receipt. Especially after dealing with Mr. Yappy Bouncer. I didn't have a lot of faith in this place. The teller finally gives me a receipt, and smiles a half/fake smile. No thanks, have a nice day, nothing. Him nodding and saying yes when I asked to confirm the correct account was literally the only word he spoke during that process.
Finally, I'm bored, tired, and annoyed at how difficult this transaction was. I just want to get the hell out and get on with my day. No, Mr. Yappy Bouncer has to stop me again on my way out the door to to make his pathetic attempt at more "customer service" by saying if I ever needed anything, feel free to stop in again and see him. Um, no. No thanks.
This could have been a much higher rated review, had he not been so focused on attempting customer service and coming across as more of a corporate puppet. He couldn't accept a cash deposit. OK, I can live with that. It's annoying, but not the end of the world. Gives me other options, I pick the easiest for me, and move on. It was when he just kept talking that I got annoyed. We solved the problem. No need to keep running your mouth and prolonging it any more. I didn't really care that the teller was anti-social either. Could've lived with that too. It was Mr. Yappy Bouncer that killed it for me. Would I return? Not even to make another deposit. I'll go find a different Chase location if I have to. But I would go out of my way not to have to encounter him ever again.
Review 37 of 2017 read more