Teller Kicks Old Man Out of Bank, Cop Brings Him Back Later – Story of the Day
Garry Robertson went to the bank to withdraw some money, but the teller told him that his I.D. had expired. An argument ensued, and the bank called the cops to help. But when the officer learned what happened, she decided to help.
Mr. Robertson lived in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and had done so since graduating college. He never got married or had children, but he never felt lonely. He could do everything himself, except manage technology.
Moreover, Garry hated running errands, but he went to the bank once a year. That day, he needed to withdraw a significant amount of money to keep at home in case of emergencies, and his debit card had expired too.
The bank had to call the cops. | Source: Shutterstock
His regular bank had merged with a bigger one, and some of the employees Garry had known for years were gone. But he hoped everything would be alright during this visit.
“Hello, my name is Garry Robertson. I need to withdraw $2,000 from my account, and I also need to renew my debit card,” he explained to the young teller with a nametag that read, Ms. Sally Smith.
“Hi, welcome. That would be no problem. I just need to see your I.D.,” Ms. Smith replied. Garry handed his driver’s license over, although he had not driven his car in a while due to his compromised vision.
“I’m sorry, sir. This driver’s license has expired. Do you have any other form of I.D.? Maybe a passport?” Ms. Smith said apologetically.
“No, ma’am. I’ve never had a passport in my life. I always used that driver’s license. What’s the problem?” Mr. Robertson questioned.
Mr. Robertson gave her his driver’s license. | Source: Pexels
“Again, I’m sorry. But we need a valid I.D., and this one expired years ago,” Ms. Smith continued.
“Well, but it still has my name, and it’s the same one on my debit card. I don’t see what the problem is,” Mr. Robertson insisted.
“Sir, it’s bank policy. You need to get your license renewed or show me some other form of I.D. to complete your request,” Ms. Smith stated.
“That doesn’t make any sense. Even if it’s expired, it still proves that I’m me. It has my picture too. I’ve been with this bank for years, and it’s a huge hassle to come here personally. Just help me out,” Mr. Robertson went on.
“I’m sorry, sir. But you might remember that our bank...