I made my annual visit to an actual brick-and-mortar bank today. I say annual because pretty much the only reason I ever step foot in a physical bank anymore is to cash in my coin mug.
The teller that helped me was cheerful, friendly, chatty, helpful and efficient. Go, bank! Who I really felt sorry for was the teller next to her.
While my teller was feeding my change into the counting machine, an old man stormed in. Probably early 70s. This was the exchange I witnessed, and it was all I could take not to bust out laughing:
Teller: “How can I help you, sir?”
Old man: furious “YOUR ATM GAVE ME A TWENTY DOLLAR BILL!”
Teller: “Oh? Is something wrong?”
Old man: “I WANTED IT IN SINGLES!”
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Teller: “Well, I’d be happy to change that twenty for you, sir”
Old man: “BUT WHY DIDN’T THE MACHINE GIVE ME SINGLES?”
Teller: “Well, sir, most people withdraw in increments of $20. That’s all the machine dispenses.”
Old man: triumphant “HA! I WAS AT A CASINO A FEW YEARS AGO AND YOU COULD FEED MONEY IN AND GET SINGLES! WHY CAN’T YOUR ATM DO THAT?!”
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OP Note: at this point I was thinking, “Really, you dirty old man? It was a casino? Or was it a strip joint?”
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Teller: “I’m sorry sir, I don’t control the ATM. These days, most ATMs are twenties or tens only.”
Old Man: “BUT I WANT SINGLES!”
Teller: “Like I said, I’d be happy to change that for you.” holds out hand to offer to take the twenty
Old Man: “OH, NO, THIS CAME FROM THE ATM. I WANT TENS, FIVES AND ONES.”
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Teller: “Um…so a ten, a five, and five ones?”
Old Man: shaking his head like the teller is an idiot “NO. I’VE GOT SIXTY DOLLARS. I WANT TWO TENS, FOUR FIVES AND TWENTY ONES.”
Teller: “Oh, so you got sixty dollars from the ATM?”
Old Man: *angry again, throws his hands up in the air, does a PSSSHTTT “NO I GOT TWENTY FROM THE ATM! I HAVE $60 I WANT IN TENS, FIVES AND ONES!”
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Teller: “I see. If you give me the $60 dollars, I’d be happy to change it for you.”
Old Man: still shaking head in disgust, pulls out a checkbook (!) and starts writing. Angrily tears the check and hands it to the cashier.
Teller: “Sir, this check is for only $20. I thought you wanted $60 in change.”
Old Man: snappily “DIDN’T YOU READ THE MEMO LINE? THAT CHECK IS FOR THE TENS. RIGHT THERE IN THE MEMO. TWO TENS.”
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Teller: “But what about the other $40 in fives and ones?”
OLD MAN: “DON’T BE SO IMPATIENT! I’M WRITING THOSE CHECKS NOW!”
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At this point, I’m shaking I’m struggling so hard not to laugh. I made eye-contact with the poor teller and mouthed “I’m sorry!” and grinned widely. She gave me a nice little eye-roll and wink, but at that point I had gotten my cash for coins and was headed back to work.
Props to her for remaining friendly and polite throughout this whole insane exchange. And thanks to the old man for reminding me why I hate both visiting the bank and certain types of old people