The Bank

March 23, 2018

1. The visit

Colourful neckscarves,. mild grey uniform, welcome smiles

Easy gentle assistance, offers too good to turn down

Lots of interest.

Interest in me

interest on interest

Pleasant and smiling ,

Nothing too much trouble.

No need to phone India

This is a bank

2 . The return

All in black, frosty faces,

no eye contact.

Computer says no.

Sit down there. Leave me alone

Don’t know where your money's gone

We can’t sort it ,

Phone India

Put up with the canned music for 30 minutes

We can’t help.

This is a bank.

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