I do not normally leave my office. It's too bad we're short staffed this week. But the front counter advisors need to have lunch, or dinner or lupper or whatever it's called when you eat at 4 in the afternoon.
Now we are lined up, out the door. Haven't seen this much traffic in the branch since we had the popcorn machine. And in comes in one of my favourite clients. He jokingly always gives me a hard time and I give it right back. He's super loud, and doesn't always register social etiquette.
He waits his turn in line and I finish with my client and welcome him up. As always when I ask what I can help him with, he asks for a couple of beers... I tell him he just missed out.
The old lady to his right gives us an odd glance.
We are chit chatting about the weekend and I need him to sign for his cash, but there's not a pen to be found. I mention we have a pen thief in the branch only for him to say, and I quote, "it's you, you're the pen whore."
This old lady is appalled!
But I mean, judging by how much I love stationary products, he's not wrong...
I will now only respond to my new title, Pen Whore.
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