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…

When I transferred up to Virginia, I was working at a branch of the bank that was located inside a grocery store. I didn’t just have to get acquainted with my coworkers inside the branch, I also had to get acquainted with some of the store employees as well.

This is going to come across as a complaint. Brace yourself.

There was this older guy that worked for the store. I’d seen him at the front of the store, usually going back and forth from the parking lot. I assumed he bagged groceries and brought carts in from the drop off areas in the lot.

He really gave me the creeps.

Every time he walked by the bank, he would look in. I’d swear he was looking for me. And when he saw me, I’d swear he would stare at me the entire time he was walking by. Most of the time I didn’t have to look to know he was there. I could feel the stare. If I happened to make the mistake of looking up as he passed by, he did one of two things: he would either wave or point at me. Neither of those things made me feel comfortable.

And he always had this look on his face that was somewhere between a smile and a grimace. He really disturbed me.If my former assistant manager reads this, he’ll know how I was feeling. It’s probably the way he felt whenever the Samurai came into the branch in Raleigh. Just… completely wigged out…

And then the creepy guy stopped by my station one day. He asked for change for a quarter. Seriously? Change for a quarter? Dude, you’re weird…