Mom's Blurb:
Once upon a time, we had a checking account at Norwest Bank. A short time before we moved to Kansas, they were bought by Wells Fargo. Since there aren't any Wells Fargos in Kansas, we decided to leave the account open until all the checks cleared. Soon this became a low priority. A few years ago, we decided to call to have the account closed. The "phone banker" suggested that we go to a local branch to close the account. When we explained the closest "local branch" was 3 hours away in Nebraska, they offered to send us the paperwork. We never received the paperwork but the statement showed a $2.00 fee for calling them. So when I realized that Wells Fargo was in St Paul, I brought one of the statements and figured that I would be able to get the account closed.
Today, I had decided to take pictures of the ice sculptures and the Wells Fargo wasn't far away. Entering the branch, I was quite surprised about not only the size but the "feel" of being insignificant. I approached the counter and could not locate any type of withdrawal slips so I stood in the teller line. After a few minutes, a young man approached with a clip board asking if anyone needed a withdrawal slip. When I stated that I did, he said "okay, let me start to fill it out for you. How much do you need to withdraw?" When I said $2.03, I got a strange look but okay, here's the slip.
After a few more minutes, I was finally at a teller window. I handed him my withdrawal slip and my ID. He pulled up the account and asked if I was planning on just withdrawing the $2.03 or closing the account. I explained that I have been getting statements for over 7 years and I think it was about time they quite wasting paper so we need to do whichever to stop the mail. He then explained that the account is dormant, he needs to get it reactivated and he'll be right back. After another few minutes, he came back and explained that I'll need to see a personal banker to close out the account and to see the guy with the clipboard. He added my name to the list and said "there are a few people ahead of you but it shouldn't be long as there are plenty of personal bankers today."
Once again I found myself waiting. After awhile, I was escorted to an available "personal banker". I handed him my withdrawal slip and he looked up the account. He then asked for 2 forms of ID (apparently my driver's licence isn't enough). After a little more typing he called his "backoffice" to activate the account. Once he was off the phone, he started typing again. Soon he stated the account is now closed, handed me my withdrawal slip and said that I can have my money. OK, so are you going to give me my money? Apparently not, he doesn't have money and I'll need to see a teller (gone are the days that they actually get out of their chairs I guess).
Now the line is longer for the tellers and it appears that everyone in front of me must be asking the teller to accomplish an impossible task because someone need to come over to the teller to assist. Finally, a teller is available and it's the same one I saw the first time. After asking for my ID again, he looks up the account and says that it looks like we got the account taken care of and it's now closed. "So, I can have my $2.03 now?"
I would estimate that it took over 30 minutes to get my $2.03 and probably cost Wells Fargo significantly more to give me the $2.03 (plus all the years of printing and mailing statement).
Today, I had decided to take pictures of the ice sculptures and the Wells Fargo wasn't far away. Entering the branch, I was quite surprised about not only the size but the "feel" of being insignificant. I approached the counter and could not locate any type of withdrawal slips so I stood in the teller line. After a few minutes, a young man approached with a clip board asking if anyone needed a withdrawal slip. When I stated that I did, he said "okay, let me start to fill it out for you. How much do you need to withdraw?" When I said $2.03, I got a strange look but okay, here's the slip.
After a few more minutes, I was finally at a teller window. I handed him my withdrawal slip and my ID. He pulled up the account and asked if I was planning on just withdrawing the $2.03 or closing the account. I explained that I have been getting statements for over 7 years and I think it was about time they quite wasting paper so we need to do whichever to stop the mail. He then explained that the account is dormant, he needs to get it reactivated and he'll be right back. After another few minutes, he came back and explained that I'll need to see a personal banker to close out the account and to see the guy with the clipboard. He added my name to the list and said "there are a few people ahead of you but it shouldn't be long as there are plenty of personal bankers today."
Once again I found myself waiting. After awhile, I was escorted to an available "personal banker". I handed him my withdrawal slip and he looked up the account. He then asked for 2 forms of ID (apparently my driver's licence isn't enough). After a little more typing he called his "backoffice" to activate the account. Once he was off the phone, he started typing again. Soon he stated the account is now closed, handed me my withdrawal slip and said that I can have my money. OK, so are you going to give me my money? Apparently not, he doesn't have money and I'll need to see a teller (gone are the days that they actually get out of their chairs I guess).
Now the line is longer for the tellers and it appears that everyone in front of me must be asking the teller to accomplish an impossible task because someone need to come over to the teller to assist. Finally, a teller is available and it's the same one I saw the first time. After asking for my ID again, he looks up the account and says that it looks like we got the account taken care of and it's now closed. "So, I can have my $2.03 now?"
I would estimate that it took over 30 minutes to get my $2.03 and probably cost Wells Fargo significantly more to give me the $2.03 (plus all the years of printing and mailing statement).

After all that hard work, I was hungry so I strolled over to the famous Mickey's Dining Car for lunch. When I arrived, there was a group standing near the door/register. I was trying to locate a seat at the counter but was having a difficult time seeing around them. The waitress asked me how many and I replied 1. She said "you'll have to sit at the counter" as she walked away. The group finally left and I could see that I actually had a couple of choices and selected the seat at the end. As another couple leaves, the cook yells, sorry for burning your food. The waitress turns to him and says they only had coffee to which he replied I know, I was just giving them a hard time. It was fun to watch the bantering between the staff and the regulars - kinda like family.
On the way back to the hotel, I walked thru the travelling exhibit for the Figure Skating Museum at the Landmark Center. Afterwards, I walked across the street to watch the ice carving. It's just amazing what beautiful sculptures they create with chainsaws. I can't wait to see them when they are finished!
I stopped at the Xcel Center and watched the Jr men's before heading back to the hotel. Later in the evening, I returned to watch the Sr Men's short program... more on that later... it's late
On the way back to the hotel, I walked thru the travelling exhibit for the Figure Skating Museum at the Landmark Center. Afterwards, I walked across the street to watch the ice carving. It's just amazing what beautiful sculptures they create with chainsaws. I can't wait to see them when they are finished!
I stopped at the Xcel Center and watched the Jr men's before heading back to the hotel. Later in the evening, I returned to watch the Sr Men's short program... more on that later... it's late
















