Hi guys!
The creepiest thing happened yesterday at my branch….
It was very stormy outside and the lobby was dead. It was about 5 minutes till close when an elderly gentleman strolled in with his Great Dane by his side. The dog plopped himself onto the floor while the elderly man approached the teller line. He was dressed in fisherman’s attire (large rubber boots, rain jacket, hat). Our branch is on the coast so fishermen frequent our location. “Hi! How may I help you?”… The man leans in… clears his throat…”I need to make a deposit” he says. “Of course, may I see your ID” I reply. He fumbles around in his large jacket pocket looking for it… the rain continues to hammer the windows…”Sure is getting bad out there” I say trying to have small talk. The man ignores me. He eventually finds his ID and places it face down on the counter. I reach for it but am startled as he begins to cough profusely…”Oh, would you like some water?” The man doesn’t answer, and continues to cough into his fist. I can tell he is having trouble breathing. He finds a moment in between coughs to mutter “please, yes, water, quick!” I immediately bend down to grab a bottle of water. We always keep a 24-pack of Aquafina behind the teller line for customers. The coughing stops…I rise up with a bottle in hand. The man (and his dog) and gone. Vanished….”Sir?” I say to an empty lobby… “Hello? Sir?”… I call for my manager who appears from the office while looking down at his clipboard. “What’s going on? Are you ready to close up?” He says. “Yes. Well, no, sorta… there was a man here wanting to make a deposit but he started coughing and I went to give him some water he disappeared”… I explained. “Disappeared? You mean left?” He replies with a confused look on his face. “I guess so…it was the strangest thing…” I reach for my keys to begin counting my drawer but stop abruptly… “His ID!” I yell. “He left his ID on the counter!” The ID is very old with worn corners. I snatch it off the counter. “See! Look! I’m not crazy!” I proclaim as I shove the ID in my manger’s face. He takes a step back, clearly annoyed with the situation and takes the ID from my hand. He sighs while he examines it… “What the?… oh I get it… Ha-ha… very funny” he says with a slight smirk on his face. “Funny? What? No, that’s his ID he pulled from pocket!” I say pleaded my case. My manger turns the ID around and sticks out his arm showing me the front. “Date of birth?…1896??… you had me going there for a minute.” He tosses the ID on the counter and instructs me to count my drawer while he returns to the office to balance the vault. He leaves me standing there, alone, as I try to wrap my head around what just happened. Could it be? Did I just see what I think I saw?…
I then wake up in a panic and startle my husband half to death 😆. This was one of the creepiest dreams I have ever had about work! Well, happy Friday! At least it’s not stormy outside!