Thursday, March 17, 2011
Adventures in the Teller Line
I am talking to my best friend after school. I stop in at the bank to make a deposit. I make the deposit, but as I am putting the tube back, it falls under my car. I can't open my door because they have those concrete barriers. I barely roll forward enough to get out of the car, and I mean squeezing out of the car. My tire is pressing up against it, and I can't wedge it out. I am reminded of a story my former bank teller roommate told me about a customer who got mad, through the canister out, and ran over it. They charged her account $120. I get back in my car, and try the whole back up/roll forward thing again. No luck.
I have to climb out the passenger door finally in order to be able to retrieve the canister. Success. I showed everything my mom gave me during peak bank visiting time doing it, but success nonetheless.
I can only imagine the conversation the tellers were having inside.
at 5:47 PM