The bank near me is staffed by any of a number of good-looking white guys. I hate to admit this, but I can scarcely tell them apart. They all seem pretty pleasant, too. I noticed that this particular bank seems to like hiring these guys, because they appear at all of the branches.
Unfortunately, they do not seem all that bright.
Once I did a large transaction with one of the guys and he gave me several thousand dollars too much. Then he (politely) argued with me when I tried to give the money back. I showed him the accounting and showed him where he had made the error, but he was not able to see it. It took another twenty minutes before getting the matter cleared up. It became clear that a big part of the problem was that he could not conceive of the idea that he might possibly have made a mistake.
There is one older white woman and one older black woman who work at that branch. They are not as good-looking and they are not particularly pleasant. However, they both are smart.
And I was thinking, when do we get the luxury of being mediocre?
So I went to the bank again yesterday because I wanted to get some Sacagawea dollar coins. The first PWG (pleasant white guy) did not know what I was talking about. He gave me some bills. I explained that I wanted the coins and he said, “Oh! We don’t have any!”
So I went to another branch. And I asked another PWG for the Sacagawea dollars. He had never heard of them either, but another PWG standing nearby said, “Oh, the presidential coins? We have some.” I then remembered that there are new releases of the gold-colored coins with presidents on them. So I told him that would be great.
He then said (I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP), “The President Sacagawea coins haven’t been issued yet. They are issuing them in order of the presidencies.”