When I walk in our bank, somebody always hollers "Hey, Greg!'.
Nobody ever mentions an ID.
Used to be like that at the main downtown branch of Commerce Union aka Sov-Ran aka NationsBank aka Bank of America.
Now all ‘my people’ are dead or retired. Outlying B-of-A branches are full of bitchy puerto rican and half-groid tellers.
I bank at four different places in town. It’s complicated, savings, investment vehicles, shared business accounts and power of attorney situations, shared personal account with extended family, farm and land stuff.
Where’s “WillieCD” mfker, he has 4 or 5 ranches, he knows whut’s up. lol
