Anyone else noticed the sickening trend of recent banking adverts featuring sickeningly happy customer service assistants attaining unprecedented levels of human joy by helping their customers secure their futures? It started out with those Halifax adverts with the Halifax workers building bridges and human pyramids to allow people to fall in love, and move into new homes and all that bile, but now Natwest are in on the game with reps talking about how excited they are to be working there today, meeting a variety of 'awww, cute' customers (wah! wittle wady gonna have her first widdle baby!) and just generally stretching their mouths into Wallace-sized grins of epic proportion.
All because, of course, we're supposed to focus on how lovely the public face of banking is compared to the incompetent sacks of **** that form the hideous machine the little dears are rattling around in. I'd tip my hat to them, but I don't own one (aha! the recession strikes again!) and they've dressed themselves in so much puke inducing fluff that my only hope for communication would be to blow raspberries into their bellies and play peek-aboo from behind the fuzziest bunnykins imaginable.