This brief and amusing bit happened a little less than a week ago, and I just can't get it out of my head.
So! I'm going about my business as your Friendly Neighborhood Teller, when suddenly there approaches a woman with a check to be cashed. Gasp!
SC: *proffers check*
Me: Just cashing today?
SC: Yes.
Me: All righty! Do you just have your license?
SC: *sigh of intense aggravation* No, I don't! *brandishes handful of random junk* But I have a bunch of papers with my name on them!
...really?
Me: *stare* Uh...do you have any form of ID on you at all?
SC: NO! *huff* Look, I was just gonna go to the ATM, but then I realized I didn't have my bag with my card and my ID in it, so I thought I'd just cash this check instead.
Wait, so...you honestly thought you wouldn't need ID to cash a check? Huh?
Me: Well, is there anyone here in the branch who knows you and could identify you?
SC: No, I never come here!
Me: *completely dumbfounded at this point* Well, then, I'm very sorry, but without valid ID, I can't cash this for you.
SC: *huff, huff, sigh, huff* Fine, give it back! I'm just gonna have to go to another bank!
Okie doke, have fun?
I mean...what? You come into a financial institution to cash a check, at a branch where you know no one's going to know you, and not only do you not have ID, but you offer up random non-legally binding pieces of paper with names on them as substitutes?
IN WHAT UNIVERSE DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?!
(...besides the one in which she might have been attempting fraud. If that's the case, then wow, ultra fail)
So! I'm going about my business as your Friendly Neighborhood Teller, when suddenly there approaches a woman with a check to be cashed. Gasp!
SC: *proffers check*
Me: Just cashing today?
SC: Yes.
Me: All righty! Do you just have your license?
SC: *sigh of intense aggravation* No, I don't! *brandishes handful of random junk* But I have a bunch of papers with my name on them!
...really?
Me: *stare* Uh...do you have any form of ID on you at all?
SC: NO! *huff* Look, I was just gonna go to the ATM, but then I realized I didn't have my bag with my card and my ID in it, so I thought I'd just cash this check instead.
Wait, so...you honestly thought you wouldn't need ID to cash a check? Huh?
Me: Well, is there anyone here in the branch who knows you and could identify you?
SC: No, I never come here!
Me: *completely dumbfounded at this point* Well, then, I'm very sorry, but without valid ID, I can't cash this for you.
SC: *huff, huff, sigh, huff* Fine, give it back! I'm just gonna have to go to another bank!
Okie doke, have fun?
I mean...what? You come into a financial institution to cash a check, at a branch where you know no one's going to know you, and not only do you not have ID, but you offer up random non-legally binding pieces of paper with names on them as substitutes?
IN WHAT UNIVERSE DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?!
(...besides the one in which she might have been attempting fraud. If that's the case, then wow, ultra fail)
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