Banking in China is a fine experience... for me to poop on! I lived in China for two years and I bring to you the horrors of China banking experience. This is the first of three installments of my attempt to deposit money at a local bank.
12:01pm - I walk through the bank doors. It smells like crap in here. 10 seconds later I see why. There's a kid taking a dump in the corner. Beautiful.
12:02pm - The bank's empty. Today's my lucky day, I think to myself. I walk up to the counter and the teller starts yelling at me. I point to the little boy in the corner because it seemed like she was accusing me of the smell.
12:06pm - The yelling ensues. I still didn't understand what's going on. security came over.
12:10pm - I finally figure out that they wanted me to get a number and wait my turn.
12:11pm - I head back the entrance. Push a button. A piece of paper comes out and I take a seat. (Remember the bank is empty.)
12:12pm - My number is called.
12:12pm - I tell the lady i want to deposit money. She throws a form in my face and tells me to fill it out. The form's in Chinese so I do my best and fill out everything I could possibly do.
12:18pm - I hand back the form, kindly telling her I cannot read. More screaming. I pull out my american passport, hoping the fact that I'm a foreigner will calm her. She thnks I'm yanking her leg. (I'm Asian-American) More yelling.
12:22pm - I finally convince her that I'm an American and she fills out the rest of the form for me.
12:27pm - She took my money and counts it 84 times by hand... then 84 times by machine.
12:41pm - I think another kid just went number two in here.
12:43pm - She tells me I cannot deposit the money.
12:45pm - I seriously consider joining the kid but I negotiated the release of chocolate hostages an hour ago. Damn it.
Moral of the story: Never negotiate before a bank run.



