Bank stories!
I was working at a fast food restaurant during college. The bank the store used was right next to it. I would walk next door to cash my paycheck on my lunchbreak.
This bank was slow. That's sssss llllllll ooooooooo wwwww.
I get in line and I'm the only person in line. There are 4 tellers. None of them assist me. This goes on for some minutes and now there's a line of ten people backed up behind me.
Finally, one of them decides to help customers and motions me forward. Then they refuse to cash the check drawn on their bank because I don't have an account at that bank.
So I reply to that, speaking loudly enough for EVERYONE IN THE BANK to overhear.
"What's that you say? You can't cash this check drawn on your bank? Is that because you DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY in the bank to cover it? Is that why? YOU DON'T HAVE THE MONEY?"
By this time EVERYONE in the bank has ceased what they were doing and is listening VERY INTENTLY to what I'm saying.
A manager appears out of nowhere and scurries over.
The check got cashed.
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A couple years go by and the store now uses a different bank a half mile away. I'm now part time management (whoopee! an extra ten cents an hour!) so I make occasional bank deposits for the bank. This bank is even slower. At the time, they were BOTH the most robbed bank and the most embezzled bank in the city. I claimed it was just customers who got tired of waiting in slow lines.
So, I hand the deposit slip and the currency to the commercial teller. She tells me I'm $60 short. I know I'm not and to count it again. This time I'm $40 short. Nope. Count it again. This time the count comes up correct.
We repeat this drama (with slightly changed numbers) EVERY SINGLE TIME I take in a deposit. The one thing that never changes is that she never, ever, claims I'm over the target number. I'm only under the target number.
Now, after this has happened 3 or 4 times, I pull up a chair from the lobby and sit in it while she counts and recounts and re-recounts the money. I'm on my feet all day at work so this break is rather pleasant.
After a couple of weeks of this a bank manager comes over and asks me not to pull a chair over and sit in it because "It looks bad."
"Well, if she didn't have to count the money three times to get the correct count every time I come to visit, I wouldn't need to. I'll note that she's never ever claimed my count was over, it's always under."
That got his attention.
Never saw that teller again.