I had to go to the bank yesterday to lodge a cheque I’d received. There was a slight error in the titling of the payee so I endorsed it correctly and marked it “Pay to account XXXXXXXX” and then the fucking thing kept reversing back out of the machine.
I enlist the assistance of Nuala who repeated my efforts but I detected she hit some other button that I hadn’t seen but in the end the fucking cheque vanished and a receipt issued.
I’m at home 2 hours later when Constance phones. Brief palaver before she launches off in a mildly adversarial tone about how I’ll have to attend tomorrow and properly endorse the cheque and as Pat Shortt famously said “you can’t be doing that”….
I let her empty both barrels before enquiring if she’d looked at the back of the cheque…….
She was fair lively in dismounting her high horse and turning on the charm offensive…
I good-naturedly admitted that we all make mistakes and signed off cordially.
I’m an avuncular old gent at times - the girl just didn’t do enough diligence…No harm done.