lesborella

So, I go to the bank.

It's the craziest bank in the world. There are no teller cages. It looks like a coffee house. It's a new style Washington Mutual where the teller's don't have access to any cash. So they just sort of stand around and you have to pick them out by their name tags. Then they walk over to these tall stands and help you do your banking. It's very confusing.

So, this older guy walks in. He doesn't seem crazy. He just seems like an older guy, middle class clothes, and he's highly aggitated. He has his bank statement in his hand.

He starts to walk over to one of the desks and a teller stops him.

"May I help you?" she says.

"Is Himmphigler here?" he asks.

Now he mumbled the name. This is true. But from just my brief encounter I knew the following:

1. this is a customer, with a problem with his bill.

2. He clearly knows one of the account people and has dealt with her in the past.

So this teller looks him in the eye, and without irony, or condescension says, "Is Hitler here?"

Yes, this man is clearly looking for Hitler. He wants to open a checking account, and then possibly invade Poland. Oh, maybe she thinks he means a different Hitler? Well it is a super popular name. I remember my youth soccer team had like six of them. Three of them were cousins but the others wer unrelated.

This is why I like dogs ,and monkeys better than people. A monkey might have flung poo on him but at least the humiliation would have been clear, quick and direct.

So the older guy repeats the name. It was something like Higgins. and the teller tells him that she won't be in until Tuesday. I hope on Tuesday he comes back and switches banks.