I work at a grocery store one summer in the front end, near customer service. One day in mid-June, this dude starts coming in regularly. I’m 6’5” and this guy is taller than me — WAY taller, probably seven feet tall. He’s in a three-piece suit straight out of “Mad Men” and has got his hair slicked back with some kind of old-school hair grease. He looks like some kind of office executive. He also REEKS of weed; the entire store smells of it for five minutes when he leaves.
Every night at 9:30 pm on the dot, he comes in, and the same interaction happens.
Guy: “Hey, you guys do bank transfers here, right?”
Us: “Yeah, but customer service closed at 6:00, so you can’t do any right now, sorry.”
Guy: “That’s cool, man. See ya!”
And then he leaves. Every. Single. Night. He does this without fail. I’ll miss a day for whatever reason and I’ll come back, and my cashier friends will say, “Bank Transfer Guy was here last night.”
One night in late August, I’m working, and he comes in and says the same phrase again. I look at the clock and, to my surprise, it’s 5:55 pm — five minutes left for him to do a bank transfer. I’m super weirded out, and I obviously haven’t “rehearsed” this part.
Guy: “Hey, you guys do bank transfers here, right?”
Me: “Uhh, yeah, customer service is open; you can do it there.”
Guy: “H*** yeah!”
And then he strolled over there and did his bank transfer. Five minutes went by, his transfer was done, and he silently walked out the door.
We never saw him again. He spent two months of his life walking into a grocery store EVERY night, and then, just like that, he was gone. That’s how he became a LEGEND at that store. We couldn’t stop talking about him for weeks after he left. Since it was grocery, we had a high turnover rate, which meant we ended up telling like five new hires about him, and the word spread. We even had managers from other departments chatting about him. I left in September of 2021, so I don’t know if the legend still keeps up, but I’m assuming some of the older folks working the late shift are still chatting about him to this day.
What really gets me is still his outfit. I’m not lying when I’m saying he looked GOOD. He was the most formally dressed person I’d seen in three months of working there. This was a grocery store in a bad part of town. Our floor was the only tile floor of this grocery chain in the entire city because of how often we had “blood spills.” And here was this guy who was dressed like he should have a butler doing his bank transfers for him.
We speculated about why he so desperately needed a bank transfer and why he didn’t come earlier. Was it some drug operation? Was he a criminal trying to do it on the down-low? If so, why did he try every night at the same time? We had so many questions that we unfortunately never got the answers to.
