I stopped by the bank to make a quick deposit. I was filling out the deposit slip before jumping in line for a teller when a bank representative — one of the ones who sit toward the back at a desk — approached me and said he could help me if I was just making a deposit. I said "okay" and followed him to his desk.

I soon discovered that not only was he going to make my deposit, but he was also going to use the opportunity to pitch me other products. He managed to convince me it would be wise to open a savings account with them, to accompany my current checking account.

As part of the process, he went through my profile, which contains information like my former bank, that I had a home for sale, etc. The questions began.

"So, are you married?" he asked. "No, I'm divorced," I replied in sharp tone. He cringed, as if to say he's either sorry for my divorce or sorry he asked.

He then asked about the home that was for sale, and whether I purchased again or was renting. This was obviously his way to trying to determine if he could pitch me on refinancing or establishing an equity line of credit.

I know he had no idea what hell I've gone through for the past year but, nonetheless, his probing pissed me off. In a nutshell, I told him that I didn't repurchase, I'm renting. I've had it with real estate, and don't want nor need any of the bank's products. I really just wanted to reach across the table and slap him.

He was a nice guy, and I know he was just doing his job, but I was in no mood for his questions. Guess I did have a chip on my shoulder that day-a big one.