Wednesday, March 18, 2009


As the new teller in the bank, I was subjected to pranks from the pros like a rookie ball player. David was the favorite "new girl" prank.

I had been informed that this giant of a man would come in toting a full pillow case over his shoulder. I was told that David was sensitive to loud noises and if he came to my window, I should speak softly so as not to aggravate him. This was told to me in training and I thought it was perhaps an urban legend for I never saw anyone like that.

However, one day the doors burst open and in walked David. The description was totally accurate. Those tellers with a customer, held on to them physically, while those with no one, disappeared below counter or into the back room. There stood Patti with the only open window.

David was about 6'5" and that was his slumped over height for he had dreadful posture. He wore badly wrinkled clothes that I am sure doubled for pajamas at night and he suffered from ferocious bed hair. His head hung down and he peaked at me through his thick eyebrows. I smiled, yes that cursed smile I can't help, and he shuffled over to my counter. He smiled back with occasional, yellow teeth showing through a bushy mustache that had stuff I didn't want to know about trapped in it. Oh boy.

I greeted him softly and he grunted something to me. Throwing the pillow case to the floor, he rummaged through the bag. He pulled a bunch of strapped together pass books out of the bag and slapped them on the counter.
David had about 15 passbooks, about five of them I saw were ours. They were tied with what turned out to be an old jock strap.

They sat there and I sat there. Remembering my instructions, I softly asked him what I could do for him today. He got a quizzical look and leaned over the counter towards me. He was only threatening by his size, he made no overt move. I dropped my voice even lower as he leaned even closer to me.

Finally he said, " I want $50.00 out of the food book."

Not happy, I gingerly released the passbooks from the jock strap and looked for one that possibly said "Food Book". Yep, there was one and I was surprised that it contained a healthy balance. I filled out a withdrawal slip and pushed it towards David softly asking for his signature.

He was beyond quizzical now and was getting irritated as he leaned almost all the way across the counter. He could have easily have helped himself to the money. "Is that all the louder you can speak?" he asked loudly. " I can't hear you."

I heard snickers behind me and knew I had been played. So I cranked up the volume and David left the building with his money and retied pass books. Part of what happened that day was very funny. I laughed with the rest of them at my gullibility, but I did feel badly about not treating David with more respect.

The man obviously had limited mental capacities and what had been done to him was not cool for he was not in on the joke. From that day forward, I made it a point to always call David over to my window when he came in, speaking in a normal voice of course.

David eventually ended up in jail. He attacked and hospitalized a cab driver over a $2.00 fare. The sad thing is that David easily had over $20,000 in that pillow case.

Next I will tell the story of David's mother who was even more "unusual."


  1. Well, you sure have some good stories from those days! Maybe better than the toll booth era. Can't wait to hear about the mom.

  2. You have met some very colorful characters in your life, haven't you?

  3. Loved your story, Patti. I also was a bank teller in a former life. We didn't have "a David" among our customers, but some really, really interesting individuals who fascinated me. Perhaps some day I'll write about one or two. Thanks for reviving some memories.

  4. kenju
    Glad you liked it. I was going to do Mom later but may do it while David is fresh.

    Robin I think we all have such people in our lives, especially when you deal with the public. I'm sure you know some college kids that could fill a chapter.

    Pat Banking was interesting wasn't it? I enjoyed tellering if only for the people. Never a dull day. Can't wait to read your stories.

  5. That's a great story! You can write very well! I enjoyed reading this post! Strange man, this David.

  6. Reader Wil,
    Thank you for the kind words. Always nice to have someone who writes an excellent,informative blog, say nice things.