Ah, DBS! Yes...
A long while ago (before e-mail and things were invented) I wanted to get some money transferred from Lloyds in London to Singers.
There was/is a Lloyds bank here, so I asked that the money go there.
The reply came back that Lloyds here was an investment service - my cash had been sent to DBS instead.
I called DBS; no record of such a thing.
Letter to Lloyds. Reply said here's the relevant transaction numbers, etc.
Back to DBS. Nothing known.
Lloyds repeated the information.
Back to DBS. Yes, the money was here all the time! Okay, I said, what's the best way to handle it? Open an account with you?
Maybe, said DBS. But you need to bring two letters of reference.
Aaaagh! Never mind. I'll collect the cash tomorrow.
I turned up and got the runaround for an hour or so. Then the cash arrived. I was expecting something over a hundred thousand; I got eighty nine.
What is this? I cried. The exchange rate on the day it was sent (three weeks earlier) was such as to give me twelve thousand more.
Tough, says Mr DBS (or rather Mrs DBS) - you get today's rate.
But, but, but, I cry, if you hadn't lost your records of the transaction I'd be twelve thousand dollars richer!!!
Them's the rules, mate. Now naff off. (Well different words, but I got the drift).
Never, ever, have anything to do with DBS.
And now I feel much better. Cheers,
Ol.