The Grumpy Old Lady

Having filled out my deposit form a priori, I walked into the bank and proceeded straight to the back of the line of five customers. Early afternoon, five people in line was rather unusual. But that's fine, it's just more time away from the office.

With all the teller positions in-use, another bank employee started to walk the queue and check if everyone had their forms filled out to expedite the wait. That was when I noticed the the old lady standing in front of me.

The bank employee working the line asked if she needed a deposit or withdrawl slip. No comment from the old lady. Upon accepting rejection, the bank employee asked me the same question, this time with a puzzled look on her face. The rejection from the previous query animated the question. Both bank employee and myself made curious eye movements to the old lady in front of me as I replied "no thank you, I have my deposit slip filled out."

Another minute slowly passed as I waited for my turn in line. As I step towards the first position in line, I start to hear the conversation, no, rather, query and silence between a teller and the old lady. The old lady had presented her transaction and drivers license to the teller. The teller asked the old lady to remove her sunglasses for identification. The request went unfulfilled.

At this point another teller was free to help me with my transaction. Before helping me, I noted he had a couple words with the teller helping the old lady. As I handed him the deposit slip, he leaned forward and mentioned the old lady shows up on occasion and never talks. In fact, if tellers attempt to converse with her she starts a yelling rampage. Not a nice old lady. His words to the old lady's teller were to not talk unless the teller wants to get yelled at. Sounded like sage advice to me.

I look forward to my golden years when I can blame old age for ill behavior. Until that time I'll be continuing to scheme my madness.