I went to the bank today in my small Spanish town.
- Inside, there was a (cute) stray dog shivering on the tiled floor.
- The door which separates the bank teller/money from the customers was locked with one of those flimsy locks where you need to slide the little blob over to the other side into the hole.
- When the bank teller processed my cheque they put it onto the counter in a pile with other cheques, and all the following customers would be able to read it through the glass (not that I mind).
- The bank tellers know everyone and have a long conversation with each, wanting to know the health of their ma/pa/abuelo/a.
Banks are more at ease here. Pros and cons, pros and cons…