The Bank Queue Conga

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Tue, 2013-02-26 13:05

Funny old world, isn’t it?

Went to the bank on Saturday to pay in a cheque and a lady came in, took one look at the size of the queue (me) and said, “Oh” to herself and sighed. She joined me as second in the bank queue conga.

My turn came and as I walked up to the cashier she came with me. I half expected her to put her hands on my waist and start kicking out to the side with her legs. It’s a good job there weren’t more of them in the queue. Can you imagine?

¸.♥¨´`'*°♪. Let’s`*• all do the ♫♥ bank queue*Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
♫♥ let’s all do the bank queue `♥♪♫-´¯)

Anyway, as I continued to carry out my transaction she completely ignored me and carried on with her own conversation with the cashier;

“Where’s Ruth today/”

“She’s upstairs.”

“Ooohhhhhhhh, what’s she doing upstairs, I wonder?”

‘Probably having a cup of tea, but either way it’s none of your business,’ I was tempted to answer, but just smiled at the cashier.

“Where’s Stewart today?”

“He’s upstairs.”

“Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh, he’s upstairs as well, is well? Well, I never.”

‘You never what?’

And so it went on and on and on and on, and in the meantime I attempted to carry out my transaction with the cashier, who to her credit looked suitably embarrassed and apologetic, but was in a difficult position in that she had to be polite to two separate customers, yet lacked the force of personality to say, “Would you mind stepping back behind the line while I attend to this gentleman?”

Funny old world, isn’t it?

Tue, 2013-02-26 13:32

Richard L. Prov...

Very good, karl. A real chuckle of a story. I remember the first time I sat on the chair reserved for the disabled waiting their banking turn. Because I did not have any obvious loss of leg or arm, or wheezed uncontrollably, everyone assumed I was healthy as Schwarzenegger's double and passed around me, not realizing I had a stroke just a few months before and standing for more than a minute was difficult. All the best in your writing. Richard

Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 2013-02-26 13:34

karl_wiggins

Thanks Richard, appreciate it.

Tue, 2013-02-26 19:55

Linda Wigzell Cress

What a gent you are Karl. I would have had to react. I just hate being talked over! And the cashier was in the wrong for confidentiality issues if not customer service ones! I feel another story coming on.. Linda

Linda

Tue, 2013-02-26 22:24

denni1

A cheque? You'll be payin' in camels next .. Dx

Thu, 2013-02-28 11:08

karl_wiggins

I tell you what the cheque was for. We'd paid £75 for Kai to take a psychometric test (is that the right word?) at school in order to suggest possible career options. Anyway, the letter was so badly written - addressed to me and then telling me what time I should arrive and to bring a drink etc. when I'm not even doing the test myself, and then jumping to discussing 'my child' - that I decided the bloke's secretary was in the wrong job if she couldn't even write a letter properly. If he can't even tell what's HER best career choice, because it certainly isn't as a secretary, what chance has he got with Kai? I told him what I thought - as well as my feelings about his grammar and punctuation - and asked for my £75 back.