I was thirteen or so when I started my first bank account . I had a part time job then at the Town Talk Cafe , washing dishes . I made $ 1.30/hour , and I needed a place to stash my fortune . My pay package didn’t include stock options , however , or performance bonuses .[ It couldn’t , in all honesty , be counted up anywhere near the category of the Wells Fargo CEO’s tens of millions of dollars , for example ]. Glendale Federal was my money place , a savings and loan .
There used to be items called bank books . Every deposit or withdrawal transaction got an ink stamp in the book . Eventually the bank book , similar somehow to a little passport , filled up and another one was immediately provided to the customer . By the time I was sixteen I had filled up a few of those bank books .
One day I went into Glendale Savings and Loan to withdraw from my savings account 20 of my dollars . I had a new bank book which I handed to the teller . The teller told me to wait. She walked away from the window , wandered across the room over to a supervisor and the two of them discussed the issue for a few minutes as their evil-eye gazes shot my direction from time to time .
Then the teller returned to face me at the teller window .
” You just opened an account and you want to get twenty dollars out ? ” she asked . Her tone betrayed her derision and suspicion . Her tone said : What exactly is this kid intending to pull ? She sounded reluctant to give me my money . My hard -earned money .
” No , ” I said , not wishing to discuss the matter . I was offended. ” I don’t want to withdraw twenty dollars , ” I said . ” I want to take all of my money out . ”
And I did . The teller seemed a tad surprised .
Glendale Federal subsequently went out of business . I’m not suggesting that the reason for their failure was the unexpected sudden loss of my $ 254. 35 , though . The timing , more likely , was just a coincidence . As far as I know .