|OVERDRAWN (standard:other, 1024 words)|
|Author: Everet||Added: Sep 11 2009||Views/Reads: 1820/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|EXPERIENCE AT THE BANK|
Overdrawn September Slambang Today I received a notice from the bank that my account was overdrawn. That was really scary. So, I thought I had better get this straightened out. I will go to the bank and find out what seems to be the problem. As I walked into the bank I felt that everyone there was staring at me. Is it such a tragedy to be overdrawn ( especially when you know you are not)? There were several desks located in the lobby and one was occupied by a stern looking lady. Oh God, I thought I hope I don't get involved with her, she looks mean. “ I'll bet she could eat a steel rod and spit out horseshoe nails” At this point she noticed me and said “May I help you“? I looked around, hoping that she was not addressing me. All in vain there were no other victims in sight. I smiled my brightest smile, thinking maybe I could invoke a little pity in her. No such luck, she continued looking as if I were something untouchable.( the same as my ex used to do when I was going to get verbally abused) “Damn,” I thought, “maybe I should just act as though I was in the wrong building” ,but as I turned to make my escape, She beckoned me to her desk and said again, in a louder voice, “MAY I HELP YOU SIR“ “There is no escape” ran through my mind” ( unless I run like the dickens and then they might think I am a robber up to no good and shoot me in the behind) . I turned to face the adversary, hoping I was looking innocent and vulnerable so she would take pity on me. She smiled, but her eyes betrayed her savage intentions to crucify me in front of everyone. ‘Lord have mercy”, I thought “why me? Time seemed to have stopped, but in reality only a few seconds had passed. I slowly approached her desk, and I stated,. “ I have a letter here that I received in the mail yesterday and I believe it was sent to me by mistake. “Well let me see it”, she said. I gave her the letter and she looked at it. (I was beginning to sweat). After studying the letter for what seemed like ages she looked at me and said, ”this letter says that your checking account is overdrawn. I noticed a slight smile indicating that she had a victim ready to be drawn and quartered.(as if I hadn't read the letter many times and knew the contents by heart)“Well I don't think so.” “Well Just a minute I will pull up your account on the computer and check what your file says” She looked at the letter and started typing and soon a bright smile appeared on her face. “Yes Sir”, she said I have your account here and it shows that you are short $500.00 and your last check has been returned to you. “That is impossible “,I said .”well it is right here on your file”, she said smiling brightly, did you come in to deposit some cash to keep your account solvent. She appeared so happy as if she had found a pearl in her oyster shell. “Lady ,I” said,( and then I noticed her name plate on her desk, It said, Cornelia P. Snodgrass ,so I amended it to “Ms. Snodgrass I keep good records and I know I am not overdrawn”. “Sir”, she said “This bank does not make mistakes”. “Well maybe not”, I said, “But something is certainly wrong here and I know for a fact it is not me”. “And I have my check book and my register here to prove it” “ Well let me see it”, she said ”and maybe I can find the mistake.” “ Oh my goodness” she said, with victory in the tone of her voice. How could you have made such an error?”.” “Your checkbook shows you have a balance of 1400 dollars while your file shows a deficit of 600 dollars” “That just cannot be”, I said. As I said that, she began looking at the letter and also my checkbook . At once I noticed a slight redness on her countenance and the longer I looked the redder it got.( I knew what was coming) “The computer has made a terrible mistake, she said. I has your name, but the account number is not correct. I typed in the account number off the letter, but it is not the same as the one in your checkbook. Just a minute while I put in the checkbook number”. She began typing and then said, “Sir, I am so sorry there has been a bad mistake here. Your checkbook is correct and you are not overdrawn” “AHA” I thought, now is my chance to get even. “Do you realize how much trouble this has made for me?, I asked. “And for you to keep telling me that I had made a mistake and the bank never makes mistakes and to stare at me as if I were a criminal?” As I was ranting, I noticed a tear start in the corner of her eye and I couldn't continue and I immediately felt terrible. A gentleman never makes a lady cry. I felt so guilty, and I apologized. “ I am glad that you were able to help me“, I stammered and don't feel bad, mistakes can always happen and I know it wasn't your fault . “Thank you for being able to get this corrected.” (at this point I was feeling like a real jerk and wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I picked up my checkbook and register and skedaddled out of there as fast as I could and hoped I wouldn't be shot in the behind by the guard mistaking me for a bank robber. Or for making a lady cry. As a further note I won't be going back to that bank. I will go to a different branch where I hope I am not recognized . THE END Tweet
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