Unfiltered Story #280368

Turning my own weirdness in here. A while back I was selling crafts at local conventions to pull in some extra money. This was before services like Square were super common, so most transactions were in cash. As a result, after a particularly lucrative weekend, I have a thick stack of 20s to take to the bank.

I walk up to the teller with my neatly piled cash and deposit slip then, and I’m not sure what came over me, look at the teller and say with complete seriousness, “I’m a really good stripper.”

The teller is caught off guard, naturally, and that’s all it takes for me to crack and explain myself. We both end up laughing and from then on, whenever I went to make my deposit, he would ask me how my show (meaning convention, but with the occasional crack about my “other” business) went and we would chat for a bit if there were no other customers. It was an effective way to make myself memorable, I suppose, but certainly not very mature.