Easy Money
I went in to the bank the other day. Something I very rarely do with all the amenities the ATM affords me. But I went in. A man who seemed half my age asked if he could help me. I explained that I needed something notarized (my teaching certificate - yea!) and to make a deposit (my stimulus check - yea!) and I needed to sign a signature card for my savings account (savings- yea!) and I also needed a few coin rolls so I could bring in our loose change (money - yea!) He ushered me back to his desk to help me on all counts.
As it turned out, the notary in the office was working the drive-through, so this young man watched me sign my certificate and then took it to her in the drive-through window to have her notarize it. While he was gone, I noticed there were a set of keys, work keys, several keys sitting right in front of me on the desk. They really were much closer to me and the end of the table than they were to the young man when he was at the desk.
When he returned, I pointed out that the woman had only notarized one portion, but I needed both parts signed. He apologized and went back to the drive-through window, leaving the keys still sitting in front of me.
He came back again and proceeded to print out my signature card. He got a pen for me to use to sign the form and when I finished he took the form to some other place in the bank to file or something. He returned and started to enter in my deposit information when he commented that he's always losing pens. "This is the third pen I've used, I think," he said, "since you sat down here. I'm always losing them."
"Better to lose the pens than these keys, I would expect," I said, trying to suggest he put them in a better place.
"Oh yeah. They aren't even my keys," he replied, leaving them right where they sat on my side of the table. "I'd probably get fired if I lost those keys."
"It'd be a shame if someone walked off with them then," I said again, with a little more nudge in my voice.
"Oh yeah, and it'd be so easy to do just that," he said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I guess with all the security cameras in the place, it'd at least be obvious to the police who took the keys," I was grasping for straws here but without simply screaming YOU ARE AN IDIOT I didn't know how else to make the point.
The young man looked all around the ceiling and then chuckled and said, "Actually, I think this is the one spot in the bank where the cameras can't see. I like it that way so I can jump on every now and then and check my email on the computer."
With that, he stood up and walked behind the bank counter telling me he'd grab me some coin rolls and meet me at the other end of the counter.
Is it too much to hope that it was a staged set-up and somewhere there was a hidden camera and a man behind a curtain waiting to either arrest me or tell me I'm on Candid Camera?
All I know is that I wasn't so confident about putting my deposit in the bank afterall.
As it turned out, the notary in the office was working the drive-through, so this young man watched me sign my certificate and then took it to her in the drive-through window to have her notarize it. While he was gone, I noticed there were a set of keys, work keys, several keys sitting right in front of me on the desk. They really were much closer to me and the end of the table than they were to the young man when he was at the desk.
When he returned, I pointed out that the woman had only notarized one portion, but I needed both parts signed. He apologized and went back to the drive-through window, leaving the keys still sitting in front of me.
He came back again and proceeded to print out my signature card. He got a pen for me to use to sign the form and when I finished he took the form to some other place in the bank to file or something. He returned and started to enter in my deposit information when he commented that he's always losing pens. "This is the third pen I've used, I think," he said, "since you sat down here. I'm always losing them."
"Better to lose the pens than these keys, I would expect," I said, trying to suggest he put them in a better place.
"Oh yeah. They aren't even my keys," he replied, leaving them right where they sat on my side of the table. "I'd probably get fired if I lost those keys."
"It'd be a shame if someone walked off with them then," I said again, with a little more nudge in my voice.
"Oh yeah, and it'd be so easy to do just that," he said without a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"I guess with all the security cameras in the place, it'd at least be obvious to the police who took the keys," I was grasping for straws here but without simply screaming YOU ARE AN IDIOT I didn't know how else to make the point.
The young man looked all around the ceiling and then chuckled and said, "Actually, I think this is the one spot in the bank where the cameras can't see. I like it that way so I can jump on every now and then and check my email on the computer."
With that, he stood up and walked behind the bank counter telling me he'd grab me some coin rolls and meet me at the other end of the counter.
Is it too much to hope that it was a staged set-up and somewhere there was a hidden camera and a man behind a curtain waiting to either arrest me or tell me I'm on Candid Camera?
All I know is that I wasn't so confident about putting my deposit in the bank afterall.
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