A very strange thing happened to me earlier this week when I went to my bank. After I handed the teller my withdrawal slip, he ran away from the teller’s booth… and I immediately followed him. He was ducking and dodging me for about five minutes, jumping over chairs and running throughout the facility, until he was so tired that he stopped and finally did the transaction. That was the first time I experienced something that weird, but at least now I know why that particular financial institution is called “Chase”.
