Subject: Phoning the Bank
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Thu Dec 07 2000 - 13:25:51 EST
"Phoning the Bank"
My daughter called me at work to say I was
to phone Ian at my bank.
The operator asked me what Ian's last name
was and I explained that he hadn't left his
surname. When she asked for his department,
I said I didn't know.
There are 1500 employees in this building,
ma'am, she advised me rather curtly.
After a few more brusque comments, I asked
her for her name. "Danielle," she said.
"And your last name?" I asked.
"Sorry," she replied, "we don't give out last names."
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"Mrs. What?"
This "joke" I doubt if I will ever forget!
Back in my good old banking days (with Bank of
America), I was training a young man to be a teller.
We were working the drive-up window where people
actually put their deposits and checks in a little tray
and we would manually pull the tray through the
window and process their deposits and cash their
checks. We had always been told to call the customer
by name when we thanked them for their business.
This information could always be obtained from the
deposit slip or the payee on the check.
This particular day, after Jim had processed his
customer's deposit, he spoke loud and clear into
the microphone and said, "Thank you, Mrs. AKA."
I asked him what he called the customer and he
said her name on the deposit slip said AKA and
he showed it to me. I began laughing so hard I
could hardly contain myself. I said, "Her name
isn't AKA. Her name is Mrs. Brown; the AKA
means Also Known As.........
Here it is some thirty years later and I still laugh
when I think of this.
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