I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

Why?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached for something under the counter—a phone, I realized, as she lifted it to her ear without breaking eye contact with me.

“I need a supervisor,” she said into the receiver. “Right now. Station three.” A pause. “No, she’s here. She’s right here. Please hurry.”

My heartbeat kicked up a notch. “What’s going on?continue reading …