Can't beat the system.

Up until college, the only bank account I had was something called a "passbook savings" account, where you literally kept track of your balance in a little book the bank gave you. After every deposit or withdrawal, they'd stamp it and you'd write in your new total. It was a tiny strip mall bank, and that was quite possibly its only location. This left me wholly unprepared for the juggernaut that was North Carolina's largest bank, and the sterile, "corporate" vibe I got whenever I walked in the place. Look, if you don't want unshaven, beer-burping, flip-flop wearing, destitute, slacker college students as customers, then don't build a branch on Franklin Street. Just sayin'.