I was interrogated, roughed up, and my motives were questioned... at the bank
I had to go to the bank to handle something that couldn't be done online. I was pretty sure what I needed to do and mostly confident. When I walked in, the receptionist insistently stopped me and asked me how he could help. He wanted to know the details, my account number, and if I had an appointment. Reluctantly, I answered him, but his questions seemed out of line, and I started to feel uncomfortable. I wasn't expecting so many questions... and not from the receptionist.
He typed some things into his computer and gave me a look like I was wasting his time. He demanded that I take a seat and told me someone would be right with me. Yeah, he smiled, but it seemed like it was forced. I walked towards the seating area where he directed me, but as he turned away, I kept walking out the other door.
He typed some things into his computer and gave me a look like I was wasting his time. He demanded that I take a seat and told me someone would be right with me. Yeah, he smiled, but it seemed like it was forced. I walked towards the seating area where he directed me, but as he turned away, I kept walking out the other door.


