Went to the bank to deposit my paycheck and keep out the weekly cash for me and my wife. While I sat there a guy pulls into the next lane. He reaches for the tube and can't make it. He was too far up. He backs up and tried again. Too far back. He gets out and puts his stuff into the tube and stands there waiting. I'm easily entertained.

I get mine back and pull up to a wide spot. I take my ID and my deposit slip and open the money bundle. I had cashed out $230. I was given a ten, a twenty and two one-hundred dollar bills. Nah, this is too stupid even for around here. I grabbed my ID, my slip and the money and went into the bank.

I went to a teller and laid it all down with a comment on the intelligence of the other teller. Mistake. Loyalty, I guess. This teller took the hundreds and put them under a light.

"What's that for?", I asked.

"To see if they're counterfeit", she told me.

"I just got them here", I told her.

"So? If their counterfeit, I have to keep them and call the Secret Service to investigate."

"Oh. But, you'd replace my hundred?".

"No. I wouldn't know it was a hundred and not a counterfeit bill. If I knew it was real I wouldn't be keeping it".

"But I got it here!"

"Well, you'd have to prove that."

"But-"

"Just the way it's done. Face it, you're a middle-class, average customer. We're a national corporation".

"But-".

"But nothing. Anything else I can do for you?"