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…
At one point, we began to notice some strange things appearing in a small space behind our branch of the bank. There was an enclosed area that housed our air conditioning unit. Really, that’s not the strange part. In fact, that’s fairly normal, as modern architecture goes. The strange things that appeared there were some empty boxes and cases of beer.
From this, we assumed that we had a homeless person or persons living in that space. This person never spent any daylight hours back there. For a long time, we never saw anyone. We only saw what he or she would leave behind.
That changed a few months later when I started noticing a man walking back and forth behind the building. Normally, I wouldn’t have thought anything of this. While there wasn’t a sidewalk or a real street directly behind us, there were connections to adjacent parking lots. People did use that back driveway as a short cut from time to time. But it was rare to see the same person more than once a day, almost every day of the week.
One day, I saw this man walk behind some of the bushes that lined the back of the bank’s property. These bushes and the brick wall behind them were what separated us from a residential neighborhood. When the man emerged from those bushes, he was wearing a different shirt than he had been wearing going in. The guy changed clothes.
I let the manager know that someone was obviously keeping things behind those bushes and not just next to our air conditioner. Eventually, the homeowners behind us began complaining about trash that had somehow migrated over the wall into their property. At that point, it was decided that something had to be done about our resident nomad.
The police were called in to investigate and the homeless man happened to walk up just as the police were searching the bushes for his belongings. From my spot at the drive through, I was able to see the entire confrontation. However, there was no real confrontation. Everyone remained calm. Everything was resolved peacefully, though Ryan and I secretly hoped things would get out of hand and someone would have been tasered.
In the end, all it took was someone from the bank telling the man that he wouldn’t be able to stay there anymore. After that, if he came back, the police would have no choice but to arrest him for trespassing. Ryan had the unenviable job of giving the guy his eviction notice. He came back in after talking to him and said he felt horrible about it.
So we really weren’t sure who this man was or where he ended up going next. Hopefully things turned out okay for him and he ended up on his feet.