He walked into the bank after standing at the ATM for 30 minutes, only for it to stop dispensing cash when it was his turn. He needs the cash, and the next ATM is far away, so he decides to go into the bank to withdraw some money.
He isn’t much of a bank person, and this will be his first time physically present in a bank in years; most of his transactions are done online. Upon entering the bank, he sees a long queue, but he has no option other than to join it—one more reason why he doesn’t like being in a bank.
The major reason he dislikes being in a bank dates back two or three years ago when he was robbed. He wasn’t the only victim; it was a bank robbery, and he happened to be in the bank then. Aside from the robbers stealing cash from the bank, they also took phones and any other valuables from those inside. In that chaotic process, they killed two of the security guards and one customer. Because of this traumatic experience, he vowed never to enter a bank again. However, today he didn’t have a choice; he needed the cash to sort out some important matters.
He puts his fear aside and joins the queue, hoping the line will move quickly so he can get out of the bank in no time. The line is moving swiftly, and there are now about five people ahead of him when a lady joins the queue, standing right in front of him. He isn’t too surprised; many people do this when they encounter a long line, cutting corners by claiming, “I was here before.” Sometimes this is true—some people lack the patience to stand in line and will just sit somewhere while watching it move.
When the lady joins the queue, he assumes she is one of the “I was here before” crowd, so he doesn’t say anything to her and allows her to stay. A few seconds after she joins the queue, she turns back to him and says, “I know you’re wondering if I was here before or if I just came to join the line.” He doesn’t respond; instead, he gestures with his hand to indicate it doesn’t matter. The lady continues talking, apologizing for joining the line the way she did and thanking him for being a gentleman by not making a big deal out of it.
Finally, it is his turn. He smiles at the teller as he hands over his withdrawal slip and says, “Thank you,” as the teller hands him his cash. Without wasting any time, he leaves the bank. While walking away from the bank premises, a car honks at him. At first, he thinks he might be in the way, so he moves to the side to let the car pass—only for the car to stop right in front of him. His first thought is that he is about to be robbed again, but he is surprised when the person in the car turns out to be the lady from the bank.
She asks where he is headed and offers to give him a ride. That’s when he noticed how attractive her body is. This is also the first time he realizes how persistent his wife can be. She insists on giving him a ride as a token of her appreciation for letting her jump the line.