One Friday morning at about 11 I went to my bank to cash my paycheck. I had been working a lot, so the check was pretty good, but I was tired and irritable. There were two clerks and two people being waited on and no one in line. I walked to the front of the line and I noticed an old man coming in behind me. After standing in line for approximately four seconds the old man started looking anxiously at the clerks, then his watch, then the clerks. He grumbled, "OH SURE! THEY MAKE US WAIT!" (Just loud enough that I was meant to hear it).

The clerks got finished with their customers at just about the same time (after about 20 seconds of us being in line) and called us down. I went down to the nearest clerk and the old man went to the next one. As I was showing the clerk my ID, I heard the old man ranting to his teller about how inefficient the bank had become. She was calm and polite and said, "Uhm, sir? Could I get you to sign your check?" He started ranting at her about how he never had to sign it before. She calmly asked again and explained that it was policy that deposits needed to be endorsed. He then started shouting at her that he had been coming to that bank for so many years and the whole place was going to hell and he felt like taking his business elsewhere.

At this point, the evil little fire in me decided to spill out a bit. I smiled at my teller (who I just caught rolling her eyes) and said, "Some people just feel like they have to complain about everything," (Just loud enough for HIM to hear it).

He waved his finger at me and told me to mind my own damned business, but this was becoming far too amusing just to abandon, so I escalated. "You made it my business when you started bitching to me about it in line. So why don't you shut the fuck up you OLD MOTHERFUCKER?!" Both of the clerks perked up as though they had just heard a gunshot. Even I couldn't believe I had said it and I felt the adrenaline flow through my fingertips.

The old man just about had a conniption. "WHAT.. DID ..YOU ... CALL... ME ??!?!? DID YOU... JUST .. CALL..ME .. A ..MOTHERFUCKER?!?!?" He was shaking so hard there was no way he was going to be able to sign that check. I stayed as stoical and controlled as I possibly could, making only casual eye contact with him and finishing my deposit, though my teller was probably as shaken up as the old man. I looked at him calmly and reassured him that his ears were working fine. "YOU ... YOU .. SON .. OF .. A ... BITCH !! YOU .. YOU .. WHYYYYY MY SON WOULD TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF AND HAND IT TO YOU!!" I asked him if that gave him some license to be shitty to service workers who were only doing their jobs. "YOU .. YOU ... GODDAMN ... SON .. OF ... A .. BITCH !!!!" He looked as though he was about to have an aneurysm.

I finished my deposit, smiled and thanked my teller (who's eyes were as big as saucers), and walked out calmly as though nothing had happened.

Ever since then, when I go to deposit my check, those two clerks seem to be nicer to me than any of the others.
 

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