Ron

We have a floating teller named Ron with us this week. He is filling in for one of the regular tellers, Chuck, who is out on vacation. Ron is an old silver-haired man who perceives himself to be quite witty. He tries to make jokes and comical observations all day, but fails miserably. He seems to enjoy his position as a part-time bank teller much more than I imagine anyone should. Yesterday he referred to the plastic grocery bag he brought his lunch in as his ‘ol lunch pail and then looked around in eager anticipation for the laughs that he assumed would follow.

Today he had on a green shirt and a Looney Toons tie. He was eating his microwaved sausage biscuit and tried to make a joke centered around the fact that my tie had green in it and he had on a green shirt, but his speech was muffled because he had food in his mouth. He excused himself and then said, “Sorry, I had a mouth full of hot sausage”. I couldn’t help but laugh. Story of your life, huh Ron?