A local tale about banking.

When I was in Sidney today for my VA appointment, I stopped in at the branch of my bank to withdraw some cash. I have never been in that branch before.

I write a cheque for $300 and present it to the teller. She checks our account balance and decides we’re good for the money, and hands across $300 in twenties and twos.

I asked if she wanted to see some ID or something, and she said “no.” She pointed out that tellers across the Panhandle have talked about the weird guy with the long hair, trilby hat, Smart car, who always gets $2 bills when he cashes a cheque.