I prefer this version:

A guy in his 80s walks into a bank, walks up to a teller and says, “I want to open up a damn checking account.”

The teller says, “I can help you with that, sir. But please don’t curse at me.”

The guy says, “What damn cursing are you talking about? I didn’t damn curse and I just want to open a damn checking account.”

The teller says, “Okay, sir, I will be right back.”

She goes to the bank president and says, “A guy just came to my window and is cursing at me. I don’t think that I should have to listen to it.”

The bank president agrees with her and they walk back to the window where he says, “Yes sir, how can I help you?”

The old guy says, “I just won $100 million damn dollars in the damn lottery and I want to open a damn checking account.”

The bank president says, “I see sir, and this bitch is giving you problems?”