I was at a bank the other day to deposit a check, and there were signs indicating that if the teller does not mention their deal on mortgage rates, the customer gets $5. Having just locked my bike outside at what I’d say are the second most poorly designed bike racks (another story entirely), I wondered I could get the teller talking about bike racks while she made the transaction. Apparently it worked, in a Larry David moment* for me, as the transaction is clearly over and I’m standing there thinking that “(a) I have places to me, and (b) I cannot in my right mind get $5 out of this, this is such a stupid policy.” So I mention that she did not mention the deal. “Um, I didn’t take you to be a home owner.” Me: “Oh, so now you’re stereotyping me.” Her: “Have a nice day.” Yeah, I can be a real pain in the ass, and should smile more.
* This does resemble a Seinfeld episode.
