Frickin' Wells Fargo

I had naively thought we were done with the bank, after the hair-pulling four hours the wife spent getting her father's accounts closed.

Nooooo.

We just got a bill. They want to charge us for having issued a cashier's check - to close out the account. Nine days ago!

We were not informed of this charge at the time - nor did we authorize such. (I suspect the wife would have demanded cash before acceding to it.) Needless to say, we intend to yell at their sorry asses until they agree that we don't owe them anything.

(What a good P.R. move, too! Let's bill a dead person for issuing a check to close out his account!)

There are reasons why we do our banking with credit unions.

Chicken, me?

Well, not about doing this week's Resolution Recipe, anyway.

Chicken with Tomatoes, Shallots, and White Wine
( Yes, it was an obvious pun. )