A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the teller at the
window, “I want to open a damn checking account.”

To which the astonished woman replies, “I beg your pardon, sir; I must
have misunderstood you. What did you say?”

“Listen up, damn it. I said I want to open a damn checking account
right now!”

“I’m very sorry sir, but we do not tolerate that kind of language in
this bank.” So without saying anything the teller leaves the window and
goes over to the bank manager to tell him about her situation.

They both return and the manager asks the old geezer, “What seems to be
the problem here?”

“There’s no fucking problem, dammit!” the man says, “I just won
$50 million bucks in the damn lottery and I want to open a damn
checking account in this damn bank!”

“I see,” says the manager excitedly, “and this bitch is giving you a
hard time?”