First of all, this guy sounds very furtive. I bet he even skulks. You need to be careful; he may have taken the opportunity to stash some drugs in your coat for you to take through customs. You can’t be too careful. Second, give ME the plush superhero if you don’t want it. That’s badass.
what the heck? this is seriously what happened to your bank? was it taken over by disney?
i so agree, brother chuckles. i remember when i was little and i’d go with our parents to the City National Bank. it was a big building, not old like one in san francisco (this was LA, after all), but still, a large, open marble room with rich, wooden counters on each side, and those tall tables in the middle where people could fill out their deposit slips. (deposit slips? do those even exist anymore?) when people walked through the room, their heels clicked on the marble floor and echoed. people were as quiet as if they were in a library. the tellers had real power and control.
nowadays, the tellers at my bank are highschool kids trying to earn money for their prom. that’s *if* you get to see a teller. my account is one that charges you if you try to speak to a person.
Gopi I’m not sure that little epigram counts as a joke, but it starts, “Jesus saves.” (catskills rimshot - ba-Dum.) And Greg I was doing my share of skulking too, this whole place creeped me out. I was wondering where those drugs had come from though. Funny how life plays little games with you. But you and I may not see exactly eye-to-eye on the definition of “badass.”
The thing about City National Bank was that they always were cutting edge, too - they had drive-up windows with vacuum chutes, and the first walk-up cash machine I ever saw. Now I think they’re a Quizno’s with an ATM outside. And if Disney took over my bank, you can damn well bet we’d all be in a line, facing the same direction and grateful not to be singled out for humiliation by oversized masquerade vermin. There are plusses and minuses to that one.
In downtown Seattle there is a Washington Mutual gift shop - you have to walk through it to get to the actual bank. Who wants to pay money to wear your bank logo?
My bank has done a similar thing, however, you still have to fill out a deposit slip when banking cash, and the pens they provide still never work. Sort of like my freshly refurbished neighbourhood supermarket with all the trolleys that won’t steer straight.
Next time you’re there, price one of those mannequins for me. I just head up to the grocery store with the bank branch in it right next to the day care thing for mommy and daddy shoppers, so they draw all over the deposit slips that are at the little thing sticking out of the wall. I use the deposit slips with the little stick men drawn on them.