I went to the bank to deposit a check this morning (Tuesday). Pulled into the ATM drive through as I usually do and there were three cars ahead of me. Waited as each went throught heir transactions, the first car was a little long at the ATM but the others went through surprisingly fast. I found out while as I attempted to go through the deposit sequence. When asked if my deposit amount was correct, I pressed "yes" and it flipped back a screen asking me to enter the amount. Did that two more times and concluded something was wrong with the atm.
Okay, so drove around to the front of the bank and went inside. I told the young teller that the atm wasn't working right.
She said in her sweet southern drawl: "oh yes, its been that way since this weekend."
Me: "why don't you put a sign out warning customers?"
Teller: "We did but someone ran over it yesterday."
Thoughts raced through my mind forcing me to ask with some asperity: "Why not put another sign up?"
Teller didn't exactly reply with an intelligible comment, rather mumbled such that I knew she viewed me as some type of unreasonable grumpy yankee. (Geez...someone will run over another sign).
Cars continued to pull into the atm and one came to the drive-up teller window...
Teller: "oh yes, its been that way since this weekend."
The atm service is supposed to come on Mondays but for some reason had not yet come as of mid-morning Tuesday. The bank had clearly done what they could and now they had this grumpy yankee fussing. We sure have to put up with a lot around here with those dman yankees!
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You southerners have such sweet things to say and in such a quaint, courteous way. If you were a yankee you'd say "Asshole go home!"
Thank you for your kind remarks.
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