It's a dog's life
The friendliness of banking staff is not something I have ever got used to here in Canada. In England you have to shout under a plexiglass screen to communicate with them and they always look fed up.
|Not leaving a deposit I hope - the bank's favourite doggie customers|
Here banking staff are all smiley and warm and say things to you like, "I really like your hat." Our bank has just opened up a new branch and have taken customer relations to a new level. It has the ambiance of a boutique hotel rather than a financial establishment.
|I really need to pay in a cheque.|
|Must check my balance today.|
We popped in the other day and my husband was invited to practise his golf stroke while I paid in a cheque. "Montreal Opera? - is there a secret talent you want to share with us?" asked the cashier as she deposited the cheque for me.
|The green at TD, Monkland Avenue|
|Wonder if I can get my Visa limit extended?|
As my husband was getting our free coffees the other morning we decided to try the syrup waffles in a jar next to the coffee machine. As we both bit into them together we realised what we had done. So when Rover goes in for his free treat he might notice someone has had a couple of bites out of them first. Now that's what I call a friendly bank.