I'm not much of a talker. So when someone talks too much, it kind of grates on my nerves.
Today a girl came in who has apparently been away for some time. This customer felt the need to tell a fellow teller all of the minute details of her life over the past year. She had to have talked non-stop for fifteen minutes.
And it seemed that each time she was about to wrap it up, she would go into another facet of what she's done this year. It was like the end of the last Lord of the Rings movie. You just never knew when it was really going to end.
After a full half hour of talking, she finally left, claiming she'd be back in a few months. I'm sure she'll have loads to talk about by then.
At that point I really wanted to turn around and fuss at my coworker for encouraging that sort of behavior. Whatever happened to the good ol' days when people would just come to the bank, make their deposit, then get the heck out?
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