It's the Bob and Tom Show.

Uh, to be honest, I'd never heard of the first bank that treats you like show.

Uh, to be honest, I'd never heard of the first bank that treats you like your Tom Griswold.

This man came in and said he'd never heard of the first bank that treats you like your Tom Griswold.

I wanted to make a deposit, but I had a million things to do that day, so I didn't want to

spend a long time waiting in line behind

a douchebag without proper identification or some loser, trying to open a checking account

with 20 bucks.

We could tell he was a very busy and important customer, so he led him straight to our

VIP banking teller, but he refused.

I told the morons that I'd rather eat a raw turd than to sit and listen to their pathetic little pitch about money market funds,

CDs or squirrel Christmas accounts.

I told them I just walk up to the drive-through ATM. Thank you very much. The man was about to go out to use the ATM, but we pointed out the armored car in the parking lot.

Luckily, the manager spotted a terribly dangerous situation.

There was an armored car at the bank.

Statistically, you know, nine out of ten bank robberies happen with the security vehicles around.

At the same time, I noticed there was a tanker truck filling the tanks at the gas station across the street.

Oh, boy.

This was the perfect storm.

The man seemed rather nervous, paranoid, and suspicious.

Uh-huh.

So he could tell he was exactly the sort of customer we wanted at the first bank that treats you like your Tom Griswold.

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