I met up with my good old friend of 10 years RC and he suggested having hawker food at Amoy Street (pretty rare of him as our favorite lunch outings are usually some fancy places such as … erm … Hooters). After our meal, RC needed my company to visit MayBank for the refinancing of his housing loan. I pondered for a while and heck, I need to refinance my loan too.
MayBank is famous for its low interest rate but also notorious for its customer service department. Since both RC and I needed to inquire about the same thing, we took one queue number and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited what seemed like an eternity (30 minutes does seems like an eternity during office hours). Finally our number was flashed and we matched to the counter.
The young, attractive, and pleasant looking relationship manager greeted us and I told her that we wished to inquire about housing loan. I knew how weird it must have sounded (since RC and I don’t look like blood brothers) and I reassured her that we are looking at two properties here – one for my friend and one for me. She laughed and asked if we knew what she was thinking. Oh well. Put RC and I together and a conversation is sure to be lively.
Towards the end of our lively inquiry, she asked if any of us worked in a bank so that we can get a better interest rate. I replied no and RC replied likewise and both of us made some jokes out of it. In the mist of the laughter, she casually said that we could marry one instead. Now, I was wearing my wedding band and RC didn’t … so … erm … lucky man he is?
As I walked out of MayBank, I commented to RC that our relationship manager is pretty. RC’s reply was that she is too thin. I starred back at him and asked what is wrong with thin people (well, I am certainly not fat).
Perhaps the title should be “I met this pretty relationship manager from MayBank but RC found her too thin”. (Damn you RC, thin people can be attractive too! Hahaha!)