You are sitting in your car at the bank drive-through window waiting on the lone teller (we’ll call him Ted) to finish your transaction. Around the corner of the bank comes the other teller heading out on her way to lunch. She waves to you as she walks by heading to her car. Suddenly, she doubles back and approaches your drivers side open window.
Teller: “Paula (yes, first name basis, of course) could you give this key to Ted when he returns with your transaction receipt?”
Teller: “It is the key to open the safe to get money out. I forgot to leave it when I left for lunch and he won’t be able to get any money for customers without it.”
Me: “Um, yeah, sure.”
Me: “No problem, have a good lunch.”
And no, I did not run to the nearest Walmart to make a copy, because well, the Walmart is like everything else when you live in the boonies, far away. Oh, and that would be a federal offense…and wrong…and very un-small-town-like.