So maybe one last story.
I worked for a bank for many years as a financial advisor/rm and at one point, I was the only male employee in the branch. I was eating lunch one day, and the branch manager came running into the break room. She was hysterical; nearly beside herself.
She says to me, “Come quick, there is a disheveled looking man with a machete, who just came into the lobby. He looked around and walked out. Please please hurry.”
I’m understandably nervous and I asked if they rang the silent alarm and they had not done so because this man had walked out without a fuss. So I cut my lunch short, walked out, and got back to my desk. Everything is good. I did not face the door, but the manager did. She turned white as a ghost and ran o er to my desk practically crying, “He’s back, he’s back, he has a huge knife.” I thought she was going to stroke out or have a heart attack.
I looked up at the man, and immediately buried my head in my hands. I said, “That’s my dad. He told me he was going to give me a chopping blade to borrow to cut down some thick brush at my in-law’s place on Kelleys Island. I told him to give me a call before he got here.”
I was so embarrassed. I told him that he can’t pull that shit. He had just got done working on his car, so he was wearing ripped up greasy jeans and a stained t-shirt. His hair was all o er the place and he legit looked like a psychopath. He completely blew it off as no big deal. I told him you can’t walk into a bank, or anywhere for that matter, looking like a bum holding a 15” chopper. Didn’t give two shits. He pretty much said that’s what you get when you work with a bunch of women. I just shook my head.
Needless to say I had to apologize profusely to the staff.