I brought our 16-year-old to get a cashier’s check to pay the auto repair shop for damage he inflicted on his car. When we walked inside the bank, he whispered, “This is so nice!”
It’s a regular bank branch. Large. Corporate looking. Nothing fancy. Muted elevator music.
Still half-way across the room, a friendly teller called out, “How can I help you?”
The only other teller disappeared. The chairs opposite the financial experts who get their own desks were all empty.
I thought how absolutely bored they must be. The teller. The financial expert. 9 to 5. The white sound of air conditioning. An occasional customer. Then back to the quiet in that big room.
The smiling teller handed us the check.
Then with a last sweeping look, my son sighed, “What a nice place to work. It’s so peaceful.”