My Work In a Bank

My knowledge of bankers is limited and esoteric. They have a virtuosity of keeping a poker face no matter what. Even during a robbery, they are to act as nonchalant charlatans. Handing over vast amounts of loot, stereotypically including dye lot. I did not realize how banks operate when I arrived as a newbie. My inexperience and ineffectiveness was measureable. I had not planned to land a bank job at all; I wanted to be a ballerina. But having never danced or even worn a tutu, what are the odds? I am on auditory alert this morning at my teller’s cage. The guy behind the old lady I am serving has a stony glare. I ask her about her son’s new plane’s rollout, to stretch time. Justifying nothing, she explains about his psychological problems. Prevention is better than waiting for a shot in the knee right? The second the stony-faced soldier comes closer I pepper spray him. In the eyes; he yelps like a surprised puppy! The bank manager comes running over. And my job is over. No worries. I have hated all four hours of this job any way.