This is from a teller working somewhere in Europe, her account:
I am a teller at a bank, and I have a nasty hiccup I cannot get
rid of. A customer approaches me, having questions about his savings
account. He also has a 50 Euro bill in his hand. I answer his questions,
while trying to suppress my hiccup. When I hand him his documents he
had given me before, he takes them, turns away, then turns back to me.)
Customer: “Where are my €50 notes?”
Me: “You did not hand it to me.”
Customer: “I did give it to you; it was in my savings book.”
(I panic, because our branch is pretty busy, and sometimes I
forget things. I look around for the €50, even underneath the service
station, but nothing. We argue about the money for a bit, and then he
smiles.)
Customer: “Sorry, I have the money. I just needed to scare you a bit to help you get rid of that hiccup.”
(I was staring at him while he proceeded to the cashier to put
the money onto his savings account. I was shocked, but he was right: my
hiccups were gone!)
