I'm actually not sure which I like better. (Not in a gross way. Seriously, if you think like that, go read someone else's blogs.) Old men are always so funny and so playful. Today, one man stopped by my window to ask me a question about currency exchange rates. He said he was going to Ireland (I have lately really wanted to go there!) and my coworker, whom we shall now bequeath the name Honey Bear, teased and asked if she could come too. He peered at her for a few minutes, and replied, "Only if you are a really good girl!" Sounding almost exactly like a grandpa to a little child who wanted a candy bar. We go on, talking about rates and times and places, and as he is walking away, he calls out, "You were much too naughty! You are not going to Ireland!". Okay, it sounds less cute now. But really, I just wanted to hug him. And all the old men are like that. They wink and grin and laugh. Why can't young guys be that much fun?!
But then, the other day, a mom came in with a little boy who was maybe five years old. He was wearing his pajamas with rocket ships on them, and she goes to the teller next to me, and he plops down on a chair in front of me. His mom whispers in his ear, and he mumbles, in that shy kid way, "Hi, i wannmakeadepositandcash, please." And looks down but pushes a Valentine's day card across the counter with a check in it. His mom leans over, saying, "Sorry, can we deposit that? And give him cash back?" So i get the transaction going, and have to have him sign the check so, since he couldn't spell his name in the tiny space, he drew a nice little X for me. He was by far my cutest customer yet. Ending picture: Little boy in rocket ship pj's with a blue sucker in his mouth, waving to me as he walked away. Best moment ever.
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