I traveled to my local bank the other day to cash my paycheck after graduation.
It was 304 dollars. I had only 5 bucks left in my account.
I figured i would just dump 100 in for credit/debit use and cash the rest.
I walk in like im the king of the place. Im about to get 204 dollars in my wallet
I ask for a depost slip and start filling it out.
I hand the frail old lady across the counter my slip. She says "only $100?"
Me: "Yeah, why?"
Lady (probably suffering from osteoporosis) :
"you just graduated, so you are not longer a student and cant have a student account anymore. So you need to have a minimum of $300 dollars in your account. My grandson..."
I shoot her a look that could kill.
Its quiet as a western showdown at high noon. We stare at each other across the counter for a good 30 seconds.
I look down at my deposit slip and change the 1 in the hundreds column to a 3 and silently agree to dump my entire paycheck into my account.
Calmly i slide my slip across the counter and nonchalantly grab the old lady's sweater. Glancing at her name, i whisper into her ear.
"I hate you, Helena"
I lean back across the counter and grab a lollipop in one fluid motion as i spin a 180 and walk out. Helena won the battle, but ill win the war.
It was 304 dollars. I had only 5 bucks left in my account.
I figured i would just dump 100 in for credit/debit use and cash the rest.
I walk in like im the king of the place. Im about to get 204 dollars in my wallet
I ask for a depost slip and start filling it out.
I hand the frail old lady across the counter my slip. She says "only $100?"
Me: "Yeah, why?"
Lady (probably suffering from osteoporosis) :
"you just graduated, so you are not longer a student and cant have a student account anymore. So you need to have a minimum of $300 dollars in your account. My grandson..."
I shoot her a look that could kill.
Its quiet as a western showdown at high noon. We stare at each other across the counter for a good 30 seconds.
I look down at my deposit slip and change the 1 in the hundreds column to a 3 and silently agree to dump my entire paycheck into my account.
Calmly i slide my slip across the counter and nonchalantly grab the old lady's sweater. Glancing at her name, i whisper into her ear.
"I hate you, Helena"
I lean back across the counter and grab a lollipop in one fluid motion as i spin a 180 and walk out. Helena won the battle, but ill win the war.
