Big Trucks and Poorly-Placed Cash Drawers
[The Perils of Bank Drive-Thru Lanes]
By Jeff Salter
Folks, as often as I find myself in aggravating circumstances, I observe other people who’ve become so embroiled in their dilemma that they can hardly think straight. Witness this actual event, from October 12, 2016 [as reported in a Possum Trot Post of that date].
I was at a local bank, in the drive-thru line for the lane closest to the bank window [the one with the drawer… not the pneumatic tube thingy].
Directly in front of me is a huge, full-size pickup truck.
The bank teller slides out her drawer and the driver — who I quickly realized is a very short female — struggles to reach down from her lofty truck perch… to the bank drawer.
Nope. Her short arms hardly reach half way to that drawer.
The driver then gestures wildly to her male companion in the passenger seat. He — a big burly guy (I can tell by his arm) — tries to open his door so he can get out of the truck and walk around to the drawer.
Nope. His door is hemmed in by the pneumatic tube thingy for the next lane over.
More gesturing — and (I presume) irritated language — results and the driver edges her truck up slightly. The guy tries again to get his door open, but it’s still blocked.
More fussin’ and cussin’ by the male passenger.
Driver edges up a bit more.
Finally, the burly passenger is able to open his door, trot around the back of the truck… but then the massive truck is still blocking his access to the drawer.
He waves (and I assume he’s also yelling, but I can’t actually hear any voices from this distance) to get the driver to move up further.
It’s obvious that BOTH of them are aggravated… and neither of them has sufficient problem-solving skills.
Well, finally the driver moves out of the way and the passenger grabs the cash [or receipt… whatever]. Then he ambles back to the truck (now well out of the drive-thru area).
Crises NOT averted… but mollified.
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I seriously considered informing the guy that he could’ve avoided this entire misfortune if he’d been driving that gigantic truck… but I didn’t.
Let him figure it out.
As one of my friends replied (to my original FB post): “Or shorty could have unbuckled and crawled half way out of the window.”
To which I responded: “Even in my truck — smaller and shorter than a full-size — I sometimes have to undo my seat belt and reach way out / down to the window.”
What about YOU? Are there certain drive-thru places that give you problems?
[JLS # 529]