Last August, I imported a fookin huge pickup from Canada into the US. It was a 2004 F350 Crew Cab Long Bed Diesel 4x4. Damn thing weighed 8,000 lbs and got 15mpg. Then I put a camper on it. I got great deals all the way around and made money when I sold them. That's the way I roll. Nothing comes in that isn't worth more that I paid.
So 10 months go buy, the camping season is upon us, and I list the camper for sale. It sells in a few day. Then the truck sells shortly after. I finalized all sales this week, and I go to the bank, to deposit the money. The ladies know me there, as I deposit a check every two weeks (my employer mails me my checks), and sometimes I ride my motorcycle in with my dog.
As I'm depositing the money, and the teller casually asks, "Did you sell something?" and I replied, "Oh yea, I sold that big ass F350 camper combo I had. You know the one".
She says, "Ooh you did? That's great! So what are you upgrading too?"
I replied in slight confusion, "Hmm? Oh, no, I don't do that."
One of the younger tellers knows me better, and I could see him smiling in the corner having overheard my response. I'm pretty sure he even laughed out loud a bit.
For a little pretense, I'm the guy that walks into the bank with sandals, shorts, a tank top and my hat on backwards in the middle of the day (I work from home, my schedule is flexible). My $5, ten year old Walmart sandals have had duct tape holding them together for the past year. I come in every two weeks depositing a check, and they watch my account grow. Every few months it drops back down as Vanguard gets my money. They have tried to entice me to visit their Personal Banker on more than one occasion. I tell them I don't want a mortgage in our crazy market while I'm benefiting from the cheapest rental location in the entire city. I drive in my $1k beater car, or ride in on my bicycle, or walk in, and they get confused for a second and then remember it's me.
I forgive the teller her temporary moment of insanity. It's understandable...
