So I was working yesterday, typical Friday, cashing checks, being nice, having little old ladies tell me they just love my hair, etc. So a guy comes in to cash a check. I take down his current address, copy down his driver's license number and put the information into our computer. Red flag on the account. Account is closed. I check the messages on the account they say "Account is closed, she is deceased." Yeah, this guy is cashing a dead lady's check.
I call over my supervisor, point out the message and such, so she tells the guy that funds are not available and she'll have to talk to bookkeeping. She heads back to them and so he and I stand there and wait. We're getting our roof redone at the bank and the guys working on it are very loud. He asked what it was and I told him, then I talked to him about how the celing had poured down water in the manager's office. We talked about Russia resuming their strategic bomber patrols, going near Guam, England and Norway. We both found that amusing and awesome. At one point he asked if they were running the check through the NSA, mentioned that if there weren't funds he'd just not give them the car he was selling them, that the girl he got it from had mentioned that the may need to transfer it from savings, etc. All the while I'm memorizing his appearance, wondering if I can reproduce the tattoo on his neck, etc. I kept him talking for a good 5 minutes, helped a couple other customers, and finally through the front door comes Patty, the head of our mortgage loans with her husband, bodyguard for the mayor and former police officer, and their daughter, who is a uniformed, if off duty, police officer.
My supervisor, while back in bookkeeping, was talking to them about this forged check, calling 911, making copies of the check and his ID, calling Patty, stressing out, trying to get people to hurry because she was afraid the guy was going to bolt, etc.
The off-duty officer is talking to the guy in the conference room, someone from bookkeeping went out with Patty's husband John to get his accomplice to come in and answer some questions. Over the course of the next hour we had 4 more officers, people writing reports, people getting information, customers coming in and out, people asking information about what was happening that we can't give, etc.
They marched him and his accomplice, a 17 year old girl, out in handcuffs. Everyone at the branch were amazed that I was able to stall and keep him there the whole time. The bookkeepers were wondering if I should keep an eye out over my shoulder for that guy coming after me. I told them not to worry, I have swords at home. It was a pretty exciting Friday.
And, I rock.
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Good job, you should put your app in for Who Wants to Be A Superhero!
I know you well enough to know you can keep anyone talking for at lest 20 or 30 min. Seriously though, it is nice to see the bad guys get caught for once.
Employee of the month, at least.
calls for a raise. double, i say.
Wow Jeff! Good story -you are quite the superhero!
Got $10 as a thank you on Monday from my supervisor.
10 whole dollars and a pat on the back- I think the "MAN" should have forked a little more than that over.
I mean, you helped put some criminals behind bars. I would have at least made you employee of the month of something.
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