“Hello, I’d like to deposit this check for $5.75 and then check my balance.”
He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? Is he laughing at me?
I look away uncomfortably.
“Hey,” he says, “I know you. You go to the local university.
Aren’t you super into poetry? I think you tutored me.”
“Yeah, oh yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. How’s it going?”
“Great, I’m just about to finish up my Business degree.
Here, I can look up your account number. Woah!
You do not look thirty!!”
“Yeah. So, I’ve been told.”
“That’s a good thing! So, what are you doing this weekend?”
“Oh, not too much, just about to go to a poetry reading.”
“Wow, that’s it? You don’t do anything for fun? Just all poetry?”
“Yeah, well, you know, that is fun for me. So,
what’s my balance?”
“Negative three fifty.”