March 6, 2008
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Life of a Banker #1023
He was staring at my chest and admiring me from over the counter. Don’t know why, but he stared. So, knowing that he would swoon at my every demand, because apparently, my sexual power is taking over this man’s whole reasoning and consciousness, I took this beautiful opportunity to sell this gentleman whatever the bank is offering him. Overdraft Protection, VISA, Line of Credit, and of course, how can I forget, a Comment Card.
“How did you like my breasts today?”
Pervert.
He even had the audacity to ask me for a business card.
No thanks, no phone sex — with you at least.
Yep, I use my sexual power to sell. It sells greatly. Thank you.
Comments (3)
So that explains why you’re in third place behind my girl Cindy right? Tap her as for me next time you see her.
darn you women and your sex appeal!
haha, reminds me of one time when i was doing teller work and this exotic dancer came up to make her deposit. me and her are having a normal conversation because i see her every week at the bank and she’s a cool girl. i look back at the line and there are 10 guys all staring at her with their mouths open whispering to each other. i wish i could’ve taken a picture of them.
my question is… to get the sales referrals did you or your breasts do the talking? hahaha. i would’ve milked him too for all the sales credit.