Every person has a place that he secretly loves to hate at all times. Some don’t like to go shopping, some don’t want to visit theatre and many hate going out at all, for no obvious reasons. But I hate going to the bank any day of the year, and I have some very valid reasons! Unlike many people, I often get sick at the Bank and either forget my account number or the very reason that brought me to the bank! I have consulted many doctors but they don’t seem to understand. But after so many years, I have finally deduced the reason. Since I hate drama, I hate the biggest drama of all – the bank!
First of all, the Bank branch in question says ‘Where You Come First’ whenever I enter it, and usually I am the first one there, before the bank officials themselves. But that’s the good part, because as soon as the officials come, the drama begins. Just like in every police station, there is a good banker, bad banker scenario. While one official of the bank usually makes you feel like trash, another will successfully make you feel as a king, and you will forget the bad attitude, as the good always triumphs the evil.
Then there is an either unmarried or divorced lady at the very counter you want to go. Had she been married, she would have dumped all her queries on her husband, before coming to work, right? Instead, she asks you your name which is written on the piece of paper you have handed her. Then she asks you how long you have been with the bank, not that it’s a valid question in any way! She continues to ask similar questions until you either lose your cool or go insane. At some banks, there is an irritating old guy doing this duty – asking questions, making you question yourself!
During my last visit to the bank, I noticed that they guy on the cash counter wasn’t pressing the button for NEXT CUSTOMER, and whoever wanted to go to him, went. That made me angry, but at the bank, no one ever gets angry because of the security guard. His job is to keep people safe but that day, he was eyeing the beautiful ladies in the bank. Not the bankers, the ones who were the customers.
There were a couple of customers who didn’t fit the profile. In fact I am sure some of them were in the bank to escape the heat outside. All they did was occupy seats and do nothing, and that didn’t make them different from the bankers who were taking tea, talking to each other and yes, when they had time after all that, attending customers. That’s why I hate banks. Don’t you?