What Goes Around

I was a bank teller one summer during my college years.  I was the only male bank teller.  The women I worked with were pretty bitchy, but I didn't care.  On Fridays I would go to a diner across the street for lunch and have a club sandwich and a coke.  This old lady came to my window one morning to cash her social security check.  I couldn't find her name in the system so I asked her for some identification, and she went ape shit bananas.  "You must be new!" she hollered as everyone in the foyer stared at my window.  "I'm Daisy Leavitt and this is ridiculous!"  I politely told her that I was only asking for identification for her protection, and when I thought about her today I smiled, because she is probably dead now.