Spent almost an eternity in a queue to see a teller at the bank this morning. I think I've worked out why there are so few tellers behind the little windows. It's a sociological experiment. Somewhere, there must be somebody watching the output from all those security cameras. Whilst everyone yawns, grumbles and scratches themselves, this guy/gal is keeping meticulous notes about how we manage not to physically threaten, or otherwise abuse the personal space of our neighbours in line. I've seen a few instances of people unhappy with the situation go a bit nutty. It usually ammounts to a crabby old lady shouting at the non-teller employees, "Why aren't you people working??!!" All in all, it's mostly a sedate affair. Watching the little kid in the "Yu Gi Oh" 'T' shirt knock over the movable velvet ropes, or staring aimlessly at the numerous stupid posters that say what a pleasant experience it is to bank there. In reality these placards should read, "Screw You Buddy, It's My Coffee Break!" complete with a picture of a bank employee sniffing a sharpie.
Current Mood: Grumpy
Posted by ohayo_spanku
at 12:50 PM EDT
