An elderly man shuffles into a bank and heads straight to the teller’s window…
The teller, a young woman with a welcoming smile, greets him, “Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you today?”
The old man leans in close, and with a loud voice says, “I want to open a damn savings account!”
The teller’s eyes widen in shock…
She blinks, trying to process what she just heard…
“I beg your pardon, sir? I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?”
The old man huffs, clearly annoyed, and raises his voice even more, “Listen up, damn it! I said I want to open a damn savings account, right now!”
The teller, now visibly flustered, responds, “I’m very sorry, sir, but we do not tolerate that kind of language in this bank!”
Determined to handle the situation properly, the teller excuses herself…
She walks briskly to the back office and explains the situation to the bank manager.
The manager listens intently, nods, and accompanies her back to the window where the old man is standing impatiently…
The manager steps forward and addresses the old man, “Good afternoon, sir… “
“I understand there’s a problem. How can I assist you?”
The old man glares at the manager and yells, “I just won $100 million in the frickin’ lottery, and I want to open a damn savings account in this frickin’ bank!”
The manager’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he quickly composes himself…
He nods understandingly and then, with a calm smile, says, “Oh, I see… “
