This was something I wrote a while ago. There are a lot of small time banks and financial institutions that are shady at best – and their name does not inspire trust. So, what does a typical employee at one such bank think about? Read on.
Disclaimer: All events are fictional and so are the characters…I really hope that is the case!
I worked in a small time bank in a small time town – and I can’t stress that enough. One Friday afternoon most of the staff (we were in all about nine) were out for their lunch break. I was left alone in the bank – apparently my job profile reads cashier/annoying clerk/security guard/loud female instrument maker.
Anyway, I was plugged into my ipod and reading the weekly edition of Banking On Us. I heard a small cough and looked up to see a customer. I smiled and said “Lunch Hour”. He looked at the clock. It said 3.30 PM. Then he looked at a board that announced the lunch hour was between 12.30 and 1.30 PM. I smiled again.
“What do you expect in such a bank?”
“Can I make a withdrawal anytime soon?”
Making my irritation very audible through a series of hmpfs and tsks, I removed the security guard’s cap and headed to the cashier window. He handed me the withdrawal slip. I glanced through it – the account number was fine. And then I let out a laugh. Under amount he had written “whatever is there in the vault. Preferably in small used bills” Apparently this was a robbery. And yes the shades, monkey mask, and bags marked with dollar signs did give it away.
I handed the slip back to him. “You forgot to sign”.
With an apologetic smile he signed and handed it back to me. “Right hand me the money. I don’t want to hurt anybody!”
“Hurt anybody? I can see how that could happen. Considering so many people are around!”
“Oh yes. Well hand me the money!”
“Sorry, can’t do that. In case you haven’t been reading, the bank doesn’t have any money.”
“Are you saying the bank is bankrupt?”
“That sounds a bit redundant. I mean does it really come as a surprise to people? After all, the name does arouse suspicion.”
“Eh?”
“Runvijay Co-operative Bank?”
“Why should that arouse suspicion?”
“Well for one – the founder of the bank, his first name is Vijay. And Runvijay does sound too co-incidental doesn’t it? I mean if anything, it should have made people aware of what the bank’s intentions were.”
“Are you saying that a fraud took place and the bank has no money? Damn! I had an account here.”
“Yes. I know.”
“So my money is gone?”
“Afraid so.”
“Cant rob the place?”
“Nope. But you could take some of the computers with you. We plan to destroy the evidence.”
“Fair enough. Could you give me a hand?”
I clapped.