Safe Deposit Box Versus Box Office
I’m a basic teller in an old bank building downtown. A young guy has just deposited some cash into his account.
Customer: “Pretty old building, huh?”
Me: “Yes, it’s been around a while.”
Customer: “Do you have like a vault back there? With the safe deposit boxes and everything?”
Me: “Yes, we do. Were you interested in opening one?”
Customer: “Do you have, like, a box that’s never been opened? For, like, a hundred years?”
Me: “Uh, I can’t comment on other clients’ deposit boxes.”
Customer: *Winks.* “Oh, yeah, of course. Gotta keep it hush-hush. But do you have, like, a mysterious box that’s owned by some shadowy corporation with instructions to never open until the year 2099, or something?”
I really want to tell this guy straight, but sadly, I can only follow a very strict script.
Me: “I… can’t comment on other clients’ deposit boxes.”
Customer: “You’re not denying it! I knew it!”
He walked out happy, at least? Guy’s been watching way too many movies.
