Our business is almost exclusively wholesale, but I do have a bit of walk-in cash sales (pain in the ass, but still somewhat necessary). I noticed this AM that I had no small bills left in the cashbox. Since I had to do a deposit today anyhow, I take $100 in twenties and go to the bank to break them into 10s and 5s.
I go right up to the teller (not even a line! Yippee!). I have seen her there before, but since I do mostly night drops for the deposits now, I don’t talk to them much. I give her the 5 twenties.
(I say with a smile) “Hi! Can I please get 10 - $5 and 5 - $10.”
Well, I don’t think I have much change, but I’ll look…
She pulls out 8 fives, and takes away 2 of the twenties. Now she just stares at me.
Ummm… tens? The other 2 fives? I ask. I am definetly getting the vibe she just wants me to leave.
I don’t have any. She continues to stare at me.
Now I am getting slightly pissed off.
This bank has no more 5 or 10 dollar bills??? I say.
Well, no, I’m sure the Bank does. I just don’t. She stares at me again.
After a moment of uneasy silence, she goes to the adjacient teller and “buys” a wad of 10s. She gives me 6 and takes the remaining 3 twenties.
“Um, how about the other 2 fives?” She goes to her neighbor again and buys a wad of fives. We exchange a phoney “Have a nice day” and I leave.
WTF!! Look, I don’t like bothering tellers with my minor, $300K per month banking, thats why I use the nightdrops. Even for my personal banking, I use the machines whenever I possibly can. But still, what the fuck is wrong with you? If someone came in with a $535 paycheck to cash, what would have you done? Given them $520 and said “Sorry, I can’t give you the $15 as I have no 10s or 5s??!” Fuck! Sorry to make you have to go 5 seconds out of your way to give me some small fucking bills that you would have almost certainly had to get for the next person in line anyhow.
GAAAHHH!! Even the fucking instant-banking machine goes out of its way more to help then you do, snatch face!