I have just came from the bank to make a cash deposit. I just had an odd encounter with the teller. Usually, I just make my deposit. I show my state issued ID card to verify it’s me placing money in my account. That’s it.

I get to the bank. The teller asked my birth date. Thought she asked for my address. I began to rattle off my address. She interrupted me and said in a very terse voice, “I asked for your birth date.” I gave her a warning glare. She’s a rude teller. Strike One.

I gave her my hard earned cash. She looked at it at disdain referring to it as a “large cash deposit” in a snide remark. Woman, I worked very hard for each and every single dollar you see there. I scrimped and saved and kept a very strict discipline. And yes, the money was legally earned. And no, I’m not going to justify to you how I earned the income. Strike Two.

She asked me the amount. I told her. She looked at me with doubt in her face and wrote it down. Miscounted the money. Asked me the total again. Matched it with the number she wrote down. Counted the money by hand again which matched the dollar amount I gave her. She then checked the amount with the counting machine in another part of the bank. Went back to her station and counted it a third time. And then counted it a fourth time. This took like 15 minutes Are you serious?! Multiple foul tips.

Oooo! So glad my momma raised me right. Because she was pushing my patience. Big time.