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Beer at the bank at 11:59 am
I�ve written before about the weirdness of the Washington Mutual in midtown but today it was a whole new adventure. A little background: this particular wamu (it is their clever nickname, not mine) is obviously its flagship degenerate branch. I�m sure they�ve done their research and know that their clientele is made up of a few of us worker bees but mostly the homeless and people without checking accounts. It is very clear that they ship all their teller trainees to this location so they can learn what real customer service is all about. They also have the strangest security guards. They are usually petite women who couldn�t rough up a third grader or sometimes-older men who again, couldn�t rough up a third grader. These security guards are unarmed so they are really just for show anyway.
As I frequent this location often, the customers and their antics constantly amuse me. I�ve seen yelling and screaming and people being escorted out by Sac PD on a few occasions. This morning began as a typical wamu experience but slowly escalated into sheer madness. As I stood in line minding my own business I realized that the two dudes in front of me were drinking beer. Right out in the open, not even in the required brown paper bag. I�m talking some tall boys too (the beer, not the guys). I think this beats HeyMeg�s experience of kids smoking pot in the morning. Not only was it morning but they were in the bank. No one was doing anything about it either. I tried fruitlessly to make eye contact with some of the other customers but you could tell they were just trying to figure out if they actually sold beer at this location and didn�t find it odd at all. I was just having fun with the whole thing until they went up to the one teller open (wamu rules: one teller open no matter how long the line) and proceeded to slur words, make weird gestures, and generally act like one would if one were in a bar after having had a few too many. So what started out funny turned into me having to wait a ridiculously long time to transfer some money because wamu caters to drunks now too.