Hello amiable nairalanders! Had one hell of an experience today at the bank, it got me disappointed and exasperated but at the same time was a funny incident.

On this fateful day! being today (14/1/2016), my mum sent
me to the bank a well known one at that will not mention the name for secuirity purpose tho , with bundles of naira notes well strapped with rubber bands.
This Money had been counted by 2 people before it got to my own hands (I don't make mistakes with money, trust me). The money was something close to the Nigerian 7
digits. I got to the bank safely. I filled my teller, recounted the money. To my own satisfaction the money was complete.The security guard who was just beside the door directed me to the cashier whom I was supposed to trust with the large sums I was
with.

I approached her desk with such intrepidity and valour like a soldier (pun intended).that I have never had before.
looked at her face hahaha. Her eyebrows were
horribly drawn almost extending to her ears, her face looked as if mud was smeared round without mercy. Her numerous acne were bulging out causing her pathetic
lifestyle to reflect on her face without mercy.
To cut the long story short. This particular cashier was far from the word Pulchritude...
I gave her the money, she counted it.
I was satisfied. So I fiddled my hand in my pocket brought out my phone and was texting. She
may have noticed that my attention was no longer at her. Then someone came to withdraw money. She had not stamped my
teller then. After she settled the genevive look alike that came to withdraw(believe that at ur own peril ) yes i stoped texting to take a glimpse.

Like a Flash the cashier opened her multicoloured teeth to say that the money I gave her was short with #7,000 Hian! I was like, is this a joke??
I faced her squarely this time. This time I noticed she was from my tribe [yes u guessed right! Igbo kwenu] . With this thick Ngwa accent. I immediately switched
to the language I understood better, Igbo with her and demanded to see her manager. I noticed her teeth jittering, her
hands shaking involuntarily. On one thought
i knew she was up to nogood,so My confidence heightened despicably. Her manager came in, a man roughly 45, stout and with a complexion not far from Coke and fanta. He came, with his obvious fakery of an American accent. He tried to defend his employee whom I had guessed by their countenance had something in secret[lol,just saying].

Hmmmmm This man kept talking and made meaningless reference to their past clients,(my mind no even dey there sef, my own be say make that thief thief cashier return my money). After all said and nothing done,the
cashier decided to waste my time further by claiming to want to balance her account for the day. Lol,for my mind this girl no even know me.
I quietly positioned my head and continued watching the documentary playing on ttheir
television. A little less than 30 minutes she then told me that everything was okay. She
stamped my teller and allowed me to go.
(She for no live me nau).
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Forgive my Long Epistle o. This goes to show
how much of a defalcator some Nigerian Bankers are...btw,forgive any typo error u may come across

#u can share an ecounter if u have had any before

Cc;lalasticlala
tosyn2much
ishilove

That's hw they behave... hungry starved people.

Lol...not all of them av met some prudent and decent ones sha.

seriously?