I needed money the other day to get my regular fix at Murky Coffee and crossed over to Wachovia, where not only was I charged the usual extra bit to use the ATM, but I was insulted as well. Instead of calling it a service fee or transaction fee, they call it a “convenience fee.” Come on, Wachovia – don’t piss in my ear and tell me it’s raining. There’s nothing convenient about that.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Carl Weaver

Carl Weaver is a writer and brewer for RealHomebrew.com and has been making beer and wine for more than 20 years. He is also an avid photographer and writer and just finished his first book, about a trip he took to Thailand to live in Buddhist monasteries. He considers himself the last of the Renaissance men and the luckiest darned guy in the world. Follow him on Twitter.