I recently received a paper refund check in the mail which I haven’t encountered in a coon’s age. So, since I was ready for a break anyway, I decided to drive a short way to my local branch bank that I haven’t visited in a coon’s age. As I entered the bank, I was surprised to see I was the only one needing a bank teller who just happened to be a very stoic young lady.
I placed my paper check and Debit card under her bullet proof glass as usual and she immediately returned my card with the instruction to insert it in the card reader that was now outside for customer self-serve. I did that and before the next message appeared, she instructed me to enter my password. I did that and the device started imploring me to Remove Card, Remove Card! So, I turned to my bank Yoda and pleasantly asked her if that was my last instruction and should I remove my card?
I finally broke through, she burst out with a big smile and we consummated the transaction!
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