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

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 now!”

“I’m very sorry sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in
this bank.”

The teller leaves the window and goes over to the bank manager to
inform him of her situation.

The manager agrees that the teller does not have to listen to that
foul language.

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

“There is no damn problem.” the man says. “I just won $200 million
bucks in the damn lottery and I want to put my damn money in this
damn bank.”

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