city of bankerly love
i’m a little disturbed by philadelphia. specifically, the corner of 17th and walnut. here in the heart of “center city” i’m sitting at an internet cafe. let me rephrase that. the ING Direct Cafe. wherein casual passerbys can purchase incredibly inexpensive coffee, use free internet, and chat with the baristas who are, it seems… qualified banking experts.
beyond my fear that i’m going to walk out of here with an unwanted checking account attached to my back… how sad is it that bankers are now serving coffee to plebians? what DO they put on their nametags at business school reunions?
oh, it just got worse. now they’re playing oasis.

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