While ferrying boys from one Saturday activity to another, I took a side trip to the bank to deposit a pile of checks that had accumulated in my car. As I pulled through the drive-through, it occurred to me that it was probably the first time Thing Two had been to a bank. In this day of direct deposits, electronic bill payment and debit cards, what was a biweekly event in my childhood on the most infrequent of occasions.
We pulled into the drive-through, where Thing Two was intrigued by the speaker box, and absolutely thrilled to watch the pneumatic tube in action. He immediately decided that we need one in our house so he can send messages from his basement Lego lair to the upper floors.
I was just about to drive away when the teller came back on the intercom. “Is that a child in the back seat?,” he asked. “Wait a minute and send the tube back.”
I did, and it returned carrying two suckers.
“Banks are the best thing ever,” Thing Two said with a grin.
That’s banking as I remember it. Thanks Comerica.