Normal Life At The Bank

Yesterday I was trying to help a guy at the bank who was really drunk. He couldn't remember his PIN number for his ATM card. He had obviously been drowning his sorrows, and his PIN number, in the bottle of Crown Royal that was sticking out of his pocket. So I took him over to the card encoding machine so he could choose a new PIN number. He kept insisting that he wanted 4-16-4-2 as his PIN number. I told him several times that he could only choose 4 numbers. But he was completely undaunted, he would just look at his fingers and count it off, "4-16-4-2, that's four numbers right?" Hmmm.

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Melanie said…
I'm sure he would have felt better after a nice bowl of Chex.

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