bank teller

the automatic door was hard to open without using the button. it did not want to budge without being asked to do so. eventually it gave up it's fight and complied with mike's attempt to enter the bank. a sign asking patrons to remove hoods, hats, and sunglasses hangs on the cantankerous door. perhaps they think that if a bank robber is willing to follow these things they might give up hope on nicking the money from the place. how could any cunning bank robber foresee such a well written sign that would inhibit their robbing of the bank. but mike isn't such a criminal. these things do not concern him. carefully filling out the deposit slip at the counter with better penmanship than normally but still somewhat atrociously, the odd bills bulging in his pocket linger on his mind. some tens. some fives. a lot of ones. approaching the teller, she smiles hard at mike like every other time before. she knows him by name but he doesn't have a clue as to what her's may be. mike just knows her as the tall skinny gal with the short dark hair and no ring on her finger. she looks like a Bethany he thinks to himself. he approaches Bethany with the deposit slip and cash in hand. they had never really talked besides the random bullshit everyone does with people they don't know what to say to. "oh i guess the Superbowl was yesterday. whatever." she counts the bills carefully making sure that the amount on the slip is the correct amount in hand while gathering this look on her face that makes it seem as if she would like to ask mike a question. he looks at her with utmost confidence and simply says, "hm?"
looking like a child caught with her hand in the candy jar she meekly replies, "oh i was curious about all the cash you were depositing. you're not a male stripper are you?" ending her sentence with one of awkward smiles. the kind you get when you know what you're saying is stupid right as you are saying it.
chuckling to himself, "haha no not at all. im just a drug dealer."
thinking he is just pulling her leg she laughs and says something along the lines about how she is an illegal arms dealer.
"well i seriously doubt that since i know all of the ones in town. but i understand the joke. but i assure you, if it is frowned upon by the government i can sell it to you."
there is that hand in the candy jar look again.
"being a bank teller must be so boring?"
"so mundane that every time a black man walks in you start to hope that he is toting a gun underneath his coat."
"well i doubt anyone will ever try and rob this place, but if anyone ever plans on doing so ill give you a heads up if you'd like. i would hate to see your name (whatever it may be) in the papers"
"thanks that would be lovely. oh here is your receipt by the way, have a good day riley."
"thanks, you too.."
mike thinks to himself while walking out the barely movable doors, what the hell? apparently she doesn't know my name.
oh well. i don't know Bethany's name either.