I finally was able to open a bank account. I imagine the only reason for the delay was because Tshelofelo, the bank clerk, hated me (the only logical explanation). But after my second trip to this particular branch, and an hour-long process I, Sheila West, am a proud owner of a bank account.
After the initial process was complete, I was told to go to another entrance, and another teller, to cash my first deposit, and that I was to skip the queue. Clearly, I should have been given a large sign as to the reasons of my queue skipping. But because this wasn’t the case, a man yelled at me.
Now, here’s the issue. By now it was 2 pm. I hadn’t eaten anything (if you count a cup of coffee as eating), I was hot, and just generally frustrated at the process.
He yelled. And I cursed back, waving my letter, andsweetly stating I could go directly to teller 6. Now, teller 6 finally opened up and this, man, pushed me out of the way, and started his deposit.I then proceeded to wave my paper now at the teller, and explain to her the situation. She looked at me, pointed towards an extremely long queue and said,
The man smugly looked back at me, and said “you can wait for the man.”
I literally guffawed, cursed, and sadly waved my flimsy bit of paper in defeat.
We ended up leaving at the same time. And as he pushed in front of me yet again, he said,
“Let me open the door, I will serve you now”
My response was neither sweet nor witty, of this I can assure you.
The moral of the story? Never bank on an empty stomach.