You Know You Are Old When

[Alan46]

I happen to still have our old bag. 45 years old

 

[Runner]

I worked "downtown" for 35 years and took my paycheck into the downtown bank branch office every other week for the entire time. For the first 25 years, I saw the same teller every week and we knew each other by name. During my last ten years, this teller had moved to another branch and I did not see her anymore.

Then, I retired and after 9 years, I went to the bank branch office near my house to do some business and saw the nameplate at an empty teller station. She had an unusual name so I knew it had to be the same person. Sure enough, she came out from the back room and greeted me by name after having not seen me for 19 years.

 

[dougtrr2]

I used to go into my small town bank to cash my paycheck and got to know the tellers. One time we were cashing my check and doing some other money transacting. As we finished up I told her "I think you shorted me a dollar". She didn't think so, and it was only a dollar, so I said "When you cash your drawer out tonite if you are a dollar over, it is mine". Two days later I received a dollar bill in the mail.

Doug in SW IA

 

[WinterDeere]

I remember waiting in line to cash paychecks, and the silly mad scramble to get in line early enough to reach the teller's desk on a Friday, before they closed. Crazy short opening hours that were completely impractacle for anyone with a regular job, but they had us by the short and curlies, back then.

About the only good thing that could've been said for banking at that time was that the tellers were almost always very cute young ladies. That may have been on purpose, just to keep us from strangling the teller, when we finally made it to the front of the queue to cash our paycheck 8 seconds before closing time.

More often, I'd stand in line 20 minutes, just to hear the announcement they were closing with 6 people still ahead of me in line. I'd not be getting any cash for the weekend, again.

 

[Alan46]

In my experience they would have a person at the door who would lock it @3 and service the people who were waiting in line and said person would act as a door person and let them out!

 

[masseyrider]

I remember waiting in line to cash paychecks, and the silly mad scramble to get in line early enough to reach the teller's desk on a Friday, before they closed. Crazy short opening hours that were completely impractacle for anyone with a regular job, but they had us by the short and curlies, back then.

About the only good thing that could've been said for banking at that time was that the tellers were almost always very cute young ladies. That may have been on purpose, just to keep us from strangling the teller, when we finally made it to the front of the queue to cash our paycheck 8 seconds before closing time.

More often, I'd stand in line 20 minutes, just to hear the announcement they were closing with 6 people still ahead of me in line. I'd not be getting any cash for the weekend, again.

I used to get paid on Thursdays and my mother who didn't work would take my check in Friday. We had to open a joint account so she could withdraw my money for me.
When I started working shift work for a couple years I could go in myself except the weeks I worked day shift.
Many of the local stores would cash a smaller check if they knew you.
What a change when they introduced ATMs.

 

[2LaneCruzer]

I took my little monthly check to the bank, like I had been doing for years. the regular cashiers all knew me on sight. The cashier that day was new, and we had never seen each other before. When I asked her to cash the check, she said: "You got any I.D.?" I looked at her and said: " 'Bout whut?" She looked at me with her mouth open, for the longest time, so I finally just handed her my Driver's License. I figured she was either not from around here, or else had no sense of humor.

 

[Runner]

"You got any I.D.?" I looked at her and said: " 'Bout whut?" She looked at me with her mouth open, for the longest time, so I finally just handed her my Driver's License. I figured she was either not from around here, or else had no sense of humor.

Dad joke ^

I held out for 35 years and was one of the only people in my organization still getting an actual paper check when I retired. Just something odly satisfying about getting that in my hand, walking to the bank down the street and making the deposit with some cash back.

My Dad would go through the drive thru lane at his bank on Fridays and they would give everyone a little packet of Planter's peanuts, which he always gave to me when he got home. He also gave me the free bar of Dino Dinosaur soap he got from the Sinclair station.

 

[deserteagle71]

50+ years ago I went to work for a mine out in the middle of Nevada. There was a tiny town there - the mine owned the houses, took care of the utilities for the town, etc. Nearest bank, nearest almost anything was 80 miles away. Payday was Friday morning, every two weeks. No such thing as direct deposit. So every Friday the miners (or their wives) would be lined up at the Payroll window at the Admin building, picking up their paychecks. The mine was located up on the side of a mountain, from which it was possible to see about 30 miles of the highway and on payday a steady stream of cars could be seen heading for that town 80 miles away, where they cashed their paychecks and bought groceries, etc. for the next two weeks.

I went to work there because their starting wage was $4.98 an hour - at a time when any place around civilization was paying no more than $1.25 an hour. But that's what they had to pay to get people to live in such a remote place. Even at that, it was difficult to keep workers. All too many times a guy would hire on - then he'd bring his wife out and she'd look around and realize that any store or bank or whatever was an 80 mile drive and tell her man "like hell" - I'm not living here.

 

[Fuddyduddy1952]

I took my little monthly check to the bank, like I had been doing for years. the regular cashiers all knew me on sight. The cashier that day was new, and we had never seen each other before. When I asked her to cash the check, she said: "You got any I.D.?" I looked at her and said: " 'Bout whut?" She looked at me with her mouth open, for the longest time, so I finally just handed her my Driver's License. I figured she was either not from around here, or else had no sense of humor.

When someone asks for my wife's I.D. I say I can vouch for her.

True story: My wife & I always interested in paranormal things so we went to Roswell New Mexico (Area 51). At a museum I bought this I.D. card. At home I got a splinter in my hand, we couldn't get it out so I went to a local walk-in health clinic.
The lady asks for my driver's license and I hand her the Roswell card (). She takes it and goes in the back room. So I'm sitting alone in the waiting room thinking they'll take me right away, I'm the only one waiting.
Fifteen minutes go by and I've skimmed through the 10 year old "Field and Stream" magazines when puzzled I walk up to the counter. There's no one there and it's quiet.
After loudly shouting "HE-LLOOOO!!!" finally this different lady comes out. She says they were having a meeting trying to figure out what to do about a US government CIA agent!
I asked her didn't they see the 3'2", 35# part?