Of course the bank teller wanted to ask a million different questions about my mom and the deposit I was making into her account.
My mom asked me to run some errands for her on Friday. She had surgery on Tuesday afternoon and she was still feeling a little under the weather. I didn’t mind helping my mom at all. I went to the grocery store to get milk, bread, eggs, and coffee creamer. I went to the laundromat to pick up shirts and comforters. I also went to the bank. My mom did not have a deposit slip to fill out, so I had to go inside of the bank branch to fill one out. It was raining outside but the Sun was shining and it was a very humid day. The temperature inside of the bank was warm and sticky. I could tell that there was a problem with the air conditioner. I was standing in line directly under one of the air vents and I did not feel any cold air coming from the vent. The Tampa Bay Bank clearly had an issue with the air conditioner. I tried to get in and out of there as soon as possible. Of course the bank teller wanted to ask a million different questions about my mom and the deposit I was making into her account. I don’t understand why they would give me a problem. Who cares if I want to deposit $1,000 into an account that isn’t mine? It’s not as if I was trying to take money out of the account. I was frustrated by the time I left the uncomfortable Tampa Bay business. I grabbed some lunch for my mom and I on the way, but I skipped the rest of the items on the list after dealing with the clerk at that bank.