bank jackie

i have an interview for a bank. upon hearing this, a friend suggested i simply open my own bank.

are you tired of bank tellers always asking for identification whenever you want to make a withdrawl?

(inside a bank. there is a bank jackie teller and a short, fat puerto rican man wearing a torn and dirty t-shirt as the customer.)

bank jackie teller: (wide eyed and smiling) would you like all that in hundreds, mr. trump?

and are you tired of having to push all of those annoying buttons on the atm in order to get cash for the nudie bar?

(bank jackie atm is shown. it spits out a constant stream of cash as customers drive by. cars don't stop or slow down; the drivers simply roll down their windows to collect their money.)

are you tired of getting turned down for loans?

bank jackie associate is sitting at a desk, smoking, feet up and shoes off. a shady looking man in a mask walks straight to the vault.)

bank jackie associate: taking out a loan?

customer: yeah.

bank jackie associate: sounds good.

bank jackie. in a world where hard working americans are constantly frazzled by daily banking transactions, we're here to help. stop in today for your free sno-cone.

i'd be the most popular bank on the block. for about a week, until i was forced to start charging for the sno-cones.