At the end of 2019 I went downtown to see my guy at the bank. I know this ages me. The very idea of having a guy, at a bank. The very idea of going to the bank.
Nowadays you do everything on your phone, but when it comes to money, I like to deal with people. I like to deposit checks in person, because you get to chat with the cashier. In the old days the bank used to have a bucket of Dum-Dum suckers. Once I pulled out a Dum-Dum that was labeled “mystery flavor,” and somehow that summed up the ancient appeal of going to the bank. Entering the great hushed hall, ascending an escalator to the tellers, listening to the whirr of the bill tabulators, the archaic sound of a check being stamped, the whole semi-holy hush of the temple of money: It all has a mystery flavor.
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