A frog hops into the Thurles branch of Ulster Bank, in Liberty Square, before approaching Miss Patricia (Patty) Whack, seated behind teller window No.3.
“Miss Whack,” stated the frog clearly and politely, “I’d very much like to get a €10,000 loan in order to go on an extended vacation to Brazil; my intention is to attend the Brazilian Symposium on Conservation Biology.”
Patty looks at the frog in disbelief, before asking his name and if he held an account already with the Ulster Bank branch in Thurles.
“My name is Kermit Jagger”, said the frog, “I am the son of Mick Jagger and I am sure that there will be no difficulty in authorizing my loan, as I have often played golf with your branch manager.”
Patty goes on to explains that, regardless, Kermit will still need to secure any future loan with some sort of collateral.
“Sure, how about this?” asks Kermit, before producing, from his overalls, a tiny, perfectly formed, porcelain, pink coloured pig, about eight centimetres in height.
Now confused, Patty explains that she will have to consult further with their branch manager, before granting consent for the requested loan. She then duly disappeared, to locate her superior, whose office was situated to the rear of the building.
Patty knocks on the bank manager’s door before entering. Raising his head from his calculator, the manager asks what is Patty’s problem. Patty then proceeds to explain, “There’s a frog out front calling himself Kermit Jagger, who claims to know you and is wanting to borrow €10,000. Oh and he wants to use this thing as collateral.” Patty holds up the small pink porcelain pig, asking, “Anyway, I mean, what in the name of God is this article?”
The bank manager glares back at Patty before stating, “It’s a knick knack, Patty Whack; so give the frog a loan, his old man’s a Rolling Stone.”
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