“What can I help you with today?”
“I need to take some money out.”
“Do you have your atm card?”
Steve shifted uncomfortably, “well, you see. My dog ate
it.”
“Really?” the teller responded with a mixture of
amusement and surprise.
“Yeah, I know it’s the most first grade response ever to
a question like that, but it’s the truth,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and
his mouth.
“It’s not the wildest thing I’ve heard,” the clerk said
before resuming a more professional tone, “I’ll need some information from you
to access your account.”
“I have it all with me.”
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