I made my last deposit from my tips at Maloney's the other day, and towards the end of the transaction - after I'd been given my reciept - the teller said she hoped to see me again soon.
I told her that, in light of the fact that I'd quit/fired, it was unlikely for a little while. She said she was sorry and that I should apply at the bank. She didn't know how bad at math I am - finance in particular - so I can't blame her. But I wanted to impress upon her exactly how bad an idea this was.
I looked at her with a thoughtful face and, gesturing at her booth, said, "I'm sure that if I did that, I would find a way to collapse the Western World's economy."
She just looked at me, amused and a bit scared.
I perked up - "Have a nice day, though!" - turned, and left. Labels: Maloney's, money, stories, true |
