The third time's a charm

Back on January 14 when I deposited my severance check via the ATM at Wells Fargo Bank, the bank put a two week hold on the funds. They later informed me that if I had deposited the large check with a live teller, they wouldn't have put any restrictions on the money. Who knew?

So last Friday, when I received my bonus check for 2004 (yes, it really took that long to get it), I headed over to my other bank, Bank of America, to deposit it the check in the flesh just in case BofA had the same policy as Wells. While I was waiting in line, I saw what appeared to be a homeless man in line in front of me. "What kind of bank transaction could this man have?," I asked myself. In fascination, I watched as he approached the teller and had the teller make some change for him. Seems that he didn't want to be carrying around such large bills. It's probably bad for his image...

Funny thing, I saw this same guy again Monday as I walked down the street. I'd never noticed this bum before and then I see him twice in four days?

Then I walked into Lytton Street Brewing Co. this afternoon to get a cup o' joe. It was just before closing. Guess who walks in just in front of me? The "rich" homeless guy! He serves himself a cup of coffee to go. Just as the store owner was about to ring him up, he opens the cookie jar on the counter and proceeds to reach in to the bottom of the jar and grab a cookie. I could tell the store owner was not pleased to see this guy's grubby hands in the cookie jar. I'd seen enough. I just dropped the $1.50 for my coffee on the counter and got the hell out of there as quickly as I could.

Later, I thought maybe it wasn't such a big deal. After all, the store was about to close, so they'd probably wash the cookie jar before they open tomorrow. Then again, maybe not.