Just got back from the bank.

I did my usual thing, filling out a deposit slip and signing my paycheck. It was lunch time, so there was a small line in front of me. While waiting, I could overhear one of the customers at the teller window.

Obviously he sounded agitated, because he was saying out loud something like, “Don’t tell me you can’t do it. Just do it.” The teller, very cute and pretty, I might add, seemed a bit meek in saying that she couldn’t perform whatever task the rude client had demanded of her.

Fortunately, it didn’t escalate to the point where a manger had to get involved. Still, I felt a little bad for the teller, having been in her position before. I’m not sure if she was new to this, but I wanted to cheer her up with a horror customer story of my own—and mostly flirt with her… she not only had really cute highlights in her dark hair, but she had this teeny, sexy piercing in her nose. And she had glasses, totally hot .

Unfortunately, there was more than one teller working the line, and I just ended up with someone else.

Tags: banking, customer service