Trip to the Bank

I ran out of checks and went to the bank to order some new ones.  I went to the customer service counter to ask to speak with one of the bankers and they led to a man’s desk.  He got up from his seat but didn’t reach in to shake my hand.  He asked me my name and what I needed and he got right into loading up my account.  He saw on the screen that I had a lot of money in my checking account and was prompted (by his computer) to ask me about opening a savings account to go along with it.

I just told him, “Oh, I don’t use interest,” and he was so pleased with my answer.  He said he truly admired that at my age I cared to follow my conscious and my religion.  He even said he would remove the prompt from my account so that the next banker I would visit in the future wouldn’t ask me to open a savings account anymore.

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