The bank teller refused to deposit the $18,600 I’d spent three months collecting for my mother’s medical bills because every single bill had the same two handwritten initials in the corner.
She didn’t accuse me of anything. She just stopped counting.
“Where did you get this money?”
“My uncle gave it to me. It’s from selling his old truck and some equipment.”
She looked at the cash again. “Did he give it to you like this?”
I said yes, although I’d never actually counted it before bringing it to the bank.
She called her supervisor, who asked me to wait while they checked the deposit. Then the teller quietly returned my identification.
“We can’t accept this deposit right now.”
My daughter almost got fired during her second week at work because she refused to sign a document saying she had made a mistake she never made.
She came home that evening and asked me, “Dad, can a company blame you for something just because you're the newest person there?”
I asked what happened.
She said a customer’s order had been marked as delivered, but the customer claimed nothing had arrived. Her supervisor called her into the office and told her to sign an incident report accepting responsibility.
“But I wasn't even working that day,” she told him.