Thursday, February 01, 2007

Bank Experience

Some days ago, I had to go to a (govt) bank for some business. This is not my "normal" bank, but my Father maintains his account there. So I go there, say, once every 2-3 months. I was wearing a short sleeve shirt, casual pants and sneakers. I had to open the door myself despite the sentry sitting inside - he could not be bothered. The bank officials did their work for me, but only after my pushing and prodding. They were not exactly cooperative or helpful. And as I was leaving I barely restrained myself from yelling at the sentry because he would not get up and open the door for me.

So I was annoyed and weighed whether to go back and yell at all of them. After all, my Father has banked with them for 20+ years.

Instead, another opportunity presented itself. I had to return in a couple of days for another errand. But instead of preparing for a fight, I tried an experiment. I put on a nice shirt, creased pants, a blazer, and a pair of black leather shoes. And wore a serious scowl on my face.

Voila! At my approach, the sentry stood up, opened the door and saluted me smartly. The bank officials were all very cooperative and I got the errand done in record time!

Lesson: if you are going to a (govt) bank in Bd, dress better than anyone working in there and act mean!

2 comments:

Dave Mckee said...

Hi there and thanks for your blogg,
I love your photographs.
I am sending this in the hope you could help me out.
I am moving to Dhaka due to work and have been looking on line for Expat housing and car sales without any luck.
Can you help me mayube find somthing.. Or at least point me in the right direction...
Hope you dont mind..
Dave
Ireland

Anonymous said...

hahahahahahahaha!!! that is really a nice experience sir. How did you know that, you would be received different way of "welcome if you dressed like a "mafia"?

:)

Zico