Not too long ago while closing the office on a Friday afternoon, there was a knock at the front door. I opened the door to find a man about 6 feet tall, braided hair, dirty t-shirt and jean shorts. He asked if Miss B was still in the office, to which I replied she was on vacation for the next week.
"Awe, man! What about Dr. B? Is he here?" He asked, to which I replied that he was also on vacation for the next two weeks.
"Fer real, man?!?"
At this point, he pushes past me into the waiting room while continuing to speak to me.
"You gots to be kiddin' me. See, check this out. I was on my way downtown, man, and I ran outta gas and they just called me for my Social Security hearing and I gotta get down there, like, right now."
Now, while he speaking, he got those shifty eyes and is all fidget-y, so I decided to get straight to the point and ask "What exactly is it that you need?"
"Just like, fifteen dollars, man."
Is he serious? Does he think this is a bank?
"We don't keep cash in the office. At all." I replied.
"Awe, man! Fer real? All I need is, like, fifteen dollars. I can pay it back - Dr. B and Miss B know me and they can vouch for me. Don't you have any money on you?"
"No, I don't bring cash with me to work. Ever."
Long pause where he is just staring at me.
"Ok, well, I'm closing up, so you have to leave now."
He stared at me for a few seconds more and then went out the door, which I promptly closed and locked behind him.
I do have one thing to thank him for. Because of this little incident, I now carry a shank on me at all times- a #15 blade surgical scalpel. Nobody better ever think I'm a bank again, shank you very much!
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