Above you see the bank machine in the Giant on Boot Road in West Chester. It’s the Giant that locals say is in the Bermuda Triangle of retirement homes (Hershey’s Mill, Bellingham, Wellington).
Anyway, it’s an interior bank machine next to a micro branch of PNC Bank. Sometimes it’s busy and when it’s busy you either wait your turn or come back later.
Today I was depositing a check at the bank machine, and I was literally endorsing the check over to the bank so I could pop it into the machine, when all of a sudden I felt someone right upon me and behind me. That is a slightly disconcerting feeling let alone taking into consideration the fact I was standing at a bank machine with my wallet out.
So this older gent – I would say the late 60s early 70s – is literally right on top of me. Startled I turned and looked at him. He was close enough that I could smell his breath.
“I’m in a hurry. You don’t mind if I jump ahead while you are doing that do you?” He says.
I think my mouth must’ve hung open first and I paused before I answered, and I looked at him and I said “Why yes , I do mind.”
He then says “Well calm down sweetheart!”
Alrighty. I just turned my back to him and kept my mouth clamped firmly shot. I was honestly afraid of what might come out if I responded.
Let’s start with the fact that I’m not his sweetheart, and he’s completely ignorant.
The second thing is I patiently wait my turn whenever someone’s ahead of me at the bank machine, it’s what you do. And I don’t stand on top of them, I give them space and privacy because that’s what you’re supposed to do , it’s a banking transaction.
I don’t know what it is about people at interior location bank machines. But they seem to think normal rules don’t apply.
I think there should be signs at these interior machines like they have for pharmacy lines where they ask people to keep it respectful distance between the current customer and themselves.
I have run into this problem before at this particular bank machine. Last time it was a huffy and shouting woman who told me she was important and she was in a hurry and I should move over for her. Literally.
(You will note as to not embarrass this man’s family I did not post a picture of him. Just the bank machine so you could see the space.)
I sometimes wonder where basic manners have gone. And why people can’t respect the personal space of others when they expect you to respect their’s.
The final thought is this had that man done that at a bank machine in Center City Philadelphia, I probably would have stepped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach and asked questions later because I would’ve been even more concerned I was about to be mugged or something.
There is no accounting for rude behavior I suppose. At any age. if I had been feeling witty I probably would’ve turned him and said “Oh grandpa please!”