In a bank yesterday, big lineup, waiting, waiting, silently cursing banks, when suddenly guy in front of me in the line keels over, big thud.
Dead.
From a heart attack.
Just like that.
People are seriously freaked out, especially the women, crying, sacred shitless.
Meanwhile, the branch manager sees me in line, says "Hey Dombuyer, come on over to my office and I'll help you here."
I'm like, WTF, lady, you didn't just see another one of your fellow human beings drop dead on the spot, in your fucking bank??
"That stuff doesn't bother me," she says.
WTF??
Just proves to me that banks train their staff to eliminate all feeling if they want to climb the ladder.
