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My personal take is that there is a mysterious force at work perpetuating what I call the banking stupidity zone.
After a decade of work for a banking equipment manufacturer, here are some examples supporting my hypothesis:
Why don't you have a master key for safe deposit boxes?
Why don't you have a master list of PINs for ATM cards?
A flaw takes place in a vault door, and it does not open. I've been working on the door for several hours, and a woman screeches that I must open the door immediately so she can get her passport. Umm, lady-that's what I've been trying to do. I didn't write in my daytimer to mess with your life today-honest.
A drive up drawer has been hit by a car and sits 45° akimbo to the wall. I'm whacking the p**s out of it with a 4x4 block of wood, just so I can remove the darned thing and install a new drawer assembly. A lady drives past my truck with the sign in the window: Drive Up Closed For Service, gets out of her car, and loudly clears her throat to attract my attention. She actually looked at me with a straight face and asked me how soon I'd be done so she could use the drawer.
My night deposit bag is just *barely* big enough for the contents-it looks like an animal on the roadside, bloated and ready to burst, but let's shove it into the depository, and then bitch when the mechanism jams. Now a cop has to sit there, I get rousted out of bed, and the bank gets billed because you're a tool.
Why can't I take $300 in quarters and deposit them via the drive in? *Snap* *Snap* Physics, anyone?
Finally, the lady who threw $200 in cash into a motor bank unit, thinking that the carrier was there to push the money through. The turbine created green confetti, and as they say at Fark-hilarity ensued.
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There ain't nothin' more powerful than the odor of mendacity -Big Daddy
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