Bad News On Laundry Day
(A creepy old man with dirty clothes and a scraggly beard walks into the bank.)
Me: “Hi! Welcome to [Bank]. How are you today?”
Customer: *stares, saying nothing*
Me: “How may I help you, sir?”
Customer: “I need to take $150 in quarters from my checking account.”
Me: “Okay, I can do that for you, no problem.” *taking out a withdrawal slip* “If you can just fill this out for me, I–”
Customer: “I can’t do that.” *pushes slip across the counter*
Me: “…pardon?”
Customer: “I said, I can’t do that. Do it for me.”
Me: “Sir, unfortunately, I cannot do that, for security purposes.”
Customer: “Why can’t you?”
Me: “It’s to protect your identity.”
Customer: “My what? Just fill out the d*** slip for me!”
Me: “Sir, I’m really sorry, but you have to fill out the withdrawal slip. At the very least, I need you to put your name down.”
Customer: “I can’t do that.”
Me: “If you pardon my asking sir, why not?”
Customer: “I don’t want to.”
Me: “I’m… sorry sir, but–”
Customer: “What kind of bank makes people do things?!” *storms out*
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