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The Rae St Institute > Blog archive > Something kinda weird

Now this is mainly about something that happened a few weeks back, but there was a pseudo-repetition of it today, and I still don't know what to think about it.. let me outline the scenario:
INT. Early afternoon, in a bank (quiet, mostly empty of customers), depositing cheques.

Middle aged female clerk looks at my deposit slip + cheques.


Clerk: "Oh hello, it's nice to finally put a face to the name."


[double-take] Me: "Sorry, what?!"


Clerk [said with weird deadpan stare..]: "I put through your ATMs all the time."


[weird silence]


[... for a few seconds.]




Clerk: "... and now I know what you look like."


Me: "Um.. ok."

Clerk goes back to what they're doing.
What. The. Fuck?!

Is this:
  1. A middle aged bank clerk way of flirting with me
  2. Fucking weird
  3. A pretext to turning up at my house demanding to know why I earn what I earn and what I spend it on
  4. Fucking weird
  5. All of the above?
Something about people telling me they know my banking records just doesn't sit. Whatever way you look at it there's some fairly fucked up privacy implications.

8 Comments - [post a comment]

anonymous, Tuesday, August 23, 2005, 8:03 PM
Man, that chick gives me the horn.
Dr Henrik Ziegler, Tuesday, August 23, 2005, 8:27 PM
ok.

[weird silence]
mrs clerk, Thursday, August 25, 2005, 12:43 AM
wierd?! im just caring for my clientelle!! when a doctor calls in to see his patient after hours, its seen as compassion! when a bank clerk looks after your accounts personally, follows you home to montor any excess spending, licks your doormat just after you enter your door way and personally screens all your mail by taking it out of your mail box, reading it and re-sealing it in carefully reproduced replica envelopes, its seen as wierd.

its the 21st centurey disease. where does it end?

cough we know who you are cough cough
mrs clerk, Thursday, August 25, 2005, 12:44 AM
i montor and monitor, by the way
anonymous, Thursday, August 25, 2005, 1:31 AM
You're my first blog crush
anonymous, Thursday, August 25, 2005, 1:35 AM
P.S - I'm not a bank teller
Dr Henrik Ziegler, Thursday, August 25, 2005, 4:12 AM
why thankyou, anonymous person.

You're the first person to admit to a blog crush on here. Maybe that wins a prize, I don't know.

Ah, the perks of anonymity.. I used to be anonymous once. But then I invented television
anonymous, Thursday, August 25, 2005, 6:55 PM
*reads message and stares at screen dreamily*

*romantic sigh*
  
   
 
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