The Bank, a Cup of Joe and Two Old Ladies

Fun at the Bank

Our grandsons are 3 and 5 years old and when each was born we opened a savings account for them at Mountain 1st, a local lending institution. This bank from its inception has been a credit to the stock holders and their reputation in our community is one that is impeccable. The staff greets customers immediately, often by name and in addition, the bank offers water, coffee, and cookies baked fresh throughout the business day. It is not uncommon to see patrons sitting in the lounge area sipping hot coffee or tea and enjoying those hot freshly baked cookies. During the summer months ice cream can often be found in the cooler. My grandsons love going to the bank and shaking the coins I have saved for several month when I empty my pockets into that old antique elephant syrup container given as a gift to my wife when she was a little girl by her grandmother. Though relatively small, today there was almost $39.00 in coins which was equally divided and deposited into their savings accounts.

During this month of March with the NCCA basketball tournaments in full swing, the bank has a small basketball goal near the coin separator. Needless to say when we went into th e bank today, it immediately captured their interest. Soon our oldest, Colton, was busy shooting baskets. Maddox is too small to throw the ball the 8 to 10 feet so I picked him up in my arms and let him slam dunk as many shots as he wanted.

The smell of fresh baked cookies soon filled the atmosphere. I saw two elderly ladies sitting in the lounge and spoke to them as I reached for one of those individual containers of coffee to insert in that newfangled coffee maker, a Keurig I believe. One of the ladies seemed to think I needed instructions so without being asked she came right up and gave me a short dissertation and helped me get my coffee brewing. I thanked her for her help and she continued to talk.

Apparently she thought she knew me and some of my family. I knew for a certainty this was the first time I had ever laid eyes on this precious matronly heart. She would make comments to her friend explaining who I was and details about my family. I didn't tell her nay different and bid them a great afternoon as I rejoined my grandsons at the basketball net. Soon our banking was completed by Grandma, our coffee and cookies eaten.My parents always taught me to respect my elders and be nice to people. sometime it's just nice to humor older people rather than tell them they are mistaken.

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diogenes 4 years ago from UK and Mexico

Are you sure you weren't dreaming? Here in the UK, you are lucky to get a curt "good morning" from bank employees, much less cookies and coffee.

It seems the States still has good manners in some places

Bob


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Fiddleman 4 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina Author

We live in a retirement area and have lots of summer residents and visitors to our Blue Ridge Mountains. this bank also has a yearly event that is well attended. I know it's promotional but it works for them. /they have become the fastest growing lending institution in our state, last account I heard.


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teaches12345 4 years ago

What a pleasant read on your experience at the bank. YOu are so kind and I love your thoughts that sometimes it's better just to humor someone. Wish more people would respect elders as you do. Loved your story.


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Fiddleman 4 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina Author

Thank you! Being nice doesn't cost anything and I do my best to make everyone I talk to feel like they are the most important person I have talked to today.

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