Tuesday, April 15, 2008
So, A Guy Walks Into a Bank ------
So, a guy walks into a bank in Boise, Idaho, plunks down his ID and wants $200 in cash out of his checking account. Fine, no problem, says the nice lady behind the counter. Say, she says, by any chance are you related to Louie _____?? Why, yes, I am, the guy says....I'm his oldest son. Oh my gosh, she says....your dad was one of the very nicest men I've ever known. He was so kind and generous...and always had a big smile for everyone he met. So, now the guy is really tearing up. Giant wet tear drops start to roll out and down. The bank worker apologizes and dashes off to get a tissue for the customer. I'm so sorry, she says. It's just that I was at his funeral and will never forget the personal written tributes that all three of you kids did for you father. I still remember them all of these years later. I know, I know...the guy says. He was an amazing man. And, she says to the guy, I can see, just by looking at you and your eyes, that you're just like your dad....kind and nice. So, the tears continue. Other tellers are watching, other customers wondering why the line isn't moving. She finishes the guy's transaction and reaches out her hand to the customer to shake it and say how nice it was to meet him. And she starts into more adjectives and statements about the customer's father......and then she stops short --- Oh, there's no need to say anything else. You know, you know...she said. And I did.