| As a bank teller, I was required to
obtain identification from customers making withdrawals,
even if I knew them. On Mrs. Brady's third visit to my window
in a week, she balked at my request for ID. "I can't
believe you don't know me after all these years," she
said.
A few minutes later, I was relieving the drive-up teller
and was surprised to see Mrs. Brady in the next car. "Hi,
Mrs. Brady," I said, laughing. "Back again so
soon?"
"I'm glad you remember me," she huffed, "because
that girl inside never does!"
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