Tuesday, December 14, 2010

254. Bank

So I'm at the bank cashing a check for $80.  The teller asks if I would like that back in twenties.  I say, "No, I'd prefer hundreds please." 

He went away for a while and was talking to the bank vice-president.  I think I might be on the "Watch List" for Bank of America now. 

("Mustn't Offend Vice-president")

1 comment:

  1. Some people have no sense of humor.


When you write a comment, it makes me feel like I won the lottery or at the very least like I ate an ice-cream sundae. (This has nothing to do with the fact that I did just eat an ice-cream sundae.)