First time home owner, was making all my house payments in cash - naive/young me. It was risky business, but I got paid every 2 weeks and I had to cash my check at the bank.
For the first few months, everything was great - until they sold my loan to another bank. Something I didn't figure out until my house went into foreclosure - then I had to get on a repayment plan and all sorts of other nonsense.
Anyway, so during that repayment plan for making my payments to the WRONG bank (for 9 months btw) -I was nearing the end of this repayment plan and somehow I forgot until the very last minute. So I got in my car, sped balls to the bank.
Friday - the place is packed, 15 minutes to closing - 20 minute line. I'm sitting there fidgeting, old people messing with checks. I'm like oh fuck no, I'm going to get shut out - oh man oh man. 20 minutes I stood there quietly shitting bricks; until they finally called me up.
I'm like yes, I just want to make this house payment. I already had cashed my check, so I was counting out 20's on the counter top while she was getting my information. I counted out $600 in 20's, then I'm standing there - and I realize she hasn't found my information. She asks me again... what's your name?
Frustration.
I tell her. Wait a few minutes, she says again she cannot find an account under that name. What's my social? So I tell her that too - and still nothing.
At this point, I lost it. I saw red. I told that lady "DO YOU THINK I WANT TO GIVE YOU MY MONEY? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HERE???" - then I remembered my house payment paper on my desk in the living room, so I was like "Ya know what, hold on - calling my roommate, I have the letter right on my desk".
Luckily my roommate picked up, I'm like... "In the living room, on my desk, is a letter from Fifth Third Bank with my house payment on it." - and right then the lady reached over touched my arm stating "SIR. THIS IS US BANK".
Shock.
If one could die from embarrassment, I would have. I was like... /gasp - I'm sorry. Then somehow zombie like just turned and started walking away. It took the girl running around the counter and chasing me down to get me to come back because I left all my money on the counter - which if I thought I was embarrassed before, I sure as shit was now -having to come back in front of everyone after just screaming at this teller for me being at the wrong bank, to pick up my money that I left just sitting there.
When it was all said and done, I walked outside and sat in my car. I just sat there, face in hands - and seriously questioned my intelligence. Not only did I just waste 30 minutes at the wrong bank making a complete ass of my self, but I also missed the deadline to make my house payment.
TL:DR Tried to make a house payment at the wrong bank, screamed at the teller, then when I found out it was the wrong bank I tried to walk away leaving my entire house payment on the counter. Teller had to run around the counter and chase me down to give back my money.