In the world of banking, the people on the front lines of the industry are known as tellers. These are the people who are expected to help customers with all of their day to day banking needs. It is often a thankless and miserable position to hold. These are their stories. These are their legends…

After working for the bank for a while, I started to notice our regular customers, learning who I could expect to see on certain days. One particular customer, I began to notice a little more than the others and looked forward to her visits. I may be overstating things, but at the time, she may have been the most attractive woman I’d seen in person. Seriously, she was all kinds of hot.

Now, this may be revealing that I did not do my job as thoroughly as the powers that be would have liked, but I’m gonna throw this out there anyway. You’ll get it by the end.

On Saturdays, we didn’t open the drive through window. Therefore, anyone who normally sat in their car for a transaction was forced to walk through the lobby and make actual eye contact with us. One fateful Saturday, that “most attractive woman” came inside. And she came to my window.

At first I was nervous. I mean, it’s me we’re talking about, so it’s not as if I would have worked up the nerve to say anything to her that didn’t have anything to do with the business at hand. Then I noticed the business on her hand. Specifically, her left hand.

That’s right. Wedding ring.If it had been a scene in a movie, my eyes would have grown noticeably larger and the camera would have zoomed in three times, each time accompanied by a loud, booming sound. Very dramatic.

It really wasn’t that dramatic. I just felt a twinge of guilt for still thinking she was hot. But do you get now why the powers that be may have been disappointed with the thoroughness of my job performance? If I had been diligently looking at her account whenever she made deposits, I would have been noticing the whole time that she was part of a joint account. With her husband. Yeah. Real observant, this guy.

Just because I didn’t always see that really important jewelry when she was sitting in her car didn’t mean I was incapable of figuring out that she was already married. Context clues, Peck!

I felt dirty. Like I’d been hitting on some guy’s wife. Even though I wouldn’t know how to hit on a woman if someone gave me step by step instructions. But it was okay. Because only a few short weeks later, I would be in a brand new world. I was about to move to a different branch. A magical branch that was near downtown Raleigh. More importantly, it was close to NC State, meaning it was frequented by single college girls. Not that I’d have known what to do with one if she chose to speak to me.