Customer: (in a voice louder than inside voice, but softer than airport ramp voice) Can I get twenty five hundred dollars?
Teller: (muffled behind the glass)
Customer: Uuummmm. two thousand in hundreds and five hundred in 50s
Teller: (muffled behind the glass)
Customer: The one with the five thousand dollars in it
Teller: (muffled behind the glass)
Customer: (swipes ATM card and enters PIN number)
Teller: (muffled behind the glass)
Customer: (says her name, then slowly spells it)
Teller: (muffled behind the glass)
Customer: Uuuumm. No I don’t need it. I don’t like having my account number on a paper I might lose. It’s a privacy thing.
Teller: (muffled behind the glass)
Customer: Ok, you too. (walks away counting the stack of bills as she walks out to Hudson Street)
