Out of staples.
Old Marvin was obviously blind. We all knew it. Everyday he would come into the bank to check his balance and take about five minutes just feeling around as though he had never seen anything before. He'd pass the plants, the fake ones in the lobby, and he'd always say, "oh, heavens," as he batted their dust-covered plastic fronds. It was sort of funny, in its way, though we never called him out because was so kindly, and he didn't wear glasses or carry a cane. Plus, he wasn't that old. We didn't want to embarrass him. One afternoon he bumped into another man on his path to a teller. The man was cordial about it, even though Marvin dislodged his toupee which subsequently fell into a soapy water bucket that the janitor was using. Marvin just apologized and continued on, staring at nothing in particular. Jennica told me later that Marvin was pulling out a loan for a car.
"Is he good for it? I mean, can we do it?" I asked.
"Yeah, it all checks with his credit."
"Did you clear him?"
"Well, what was I supposed to do?"
Neither of us spoke for the rest of the day, after that. I quit later that week, due to a pay-cut. I went outside for some fresh air just as a new tire rolled by intrepidly.
"Is he good for it? I mean, can we do it?" I asked.
"Yeah, it all checks with his credit."
"Did you clear him?"
"Well, what was I supposed to do?"
Neither of us spoke for the rest of the day, after that. I quit later that week, due to a pay-cut. I went outside for some fresh air just as a new tire rolled by intrepidly.