My bank has a sign: “Please remove glasses, hats, hooded sweatshirts, and anything else that might aid in disguising yourself to our tellers before entering the premises.”
Doesn’t it seem a bit paranoid that the bank is making their customers strip before they enter? Last year, my bank had its version of the Walmart greeter at the door. Sure, he wore a suit – not a blue vest, but he smiled and said “Welcome and thank you for banking with us.” It was nice.
Then, there was a robbery a few months ago and I never saw the greeter again. I heard rumblings that he was in on the heist. It was not so much rumblings as it was a post on the police blotter page of the local newspaper the next day, but one bad apple did spoil the bunch. The greeter went out the door and security came in. Now, instead of smiling face greeting me when I enter the door, I get a cold stare from the uniformed security guard. I think if I move too fast, I might be in for a pat down or worse a full cavity search.
Do I blame the bank? No. They have to do what they have to do. Their job is to hang on to the money at all costs. I guess the greeter was happy to see everyone come in because he knew our money would be his money one day. I haven’t figured out the security guard’s motives yet. I think he just likes to scare people.
I guess I will have to adapt to the strong arm tactics of my bank. I guess security is a good thing, but oh, how I long for the day when I could wear a hooded sweatshirt and sunglasses without worrying about attracting a SWAT team.
Picture from The Onion Movie