He Goes to a Bank

Upon entering the closest bank to the movie theater Fred sees nothing but a long line to the teller’s desks. Fred grabs the stone and says, “I don’t have to wait in lines.” He waited for a moment and then saw a young teller, a tall brunette with what looks to be b-cups waving him over. Fred approaches her and proceeds to read her name tag which says her name is Cynthia. Fred grips the stone and thinks “All name tags say the persons age.” Just after thinking it he saw a new number appear on Cynthia’s name tag. It said she was twenty-three.

When Fred looked up from the name tag he was met with a very annoyed face. “Sir if you are gonna keep staring at my breasts and stand there I am gonna call the police.” Fred took a second to regain his composure forgetting he had been obviously looking at her name tag right on her breast pocket. Fred grasps the stone and says “The only one who will be going to jail for starring at breasts is you.” The teller has a strange look cross her face as the change sets in. She looks at Fred and whispers “How did you know I was starring at breasts?” Fred has a small grin come across his face as he thinks of what he could do.

He finally speaks up and says “I don’t know I can just tell sometimes.” After a moment of silence Fred thinks, “Every millionaire sends me a million dollars every time they get paid, it is untaxed and the police don’t care.” He asks the teller to see how much is in his account. Cynthia gasps when she sees the crazy amount of money in Fred’s account. Cynthia does a double take and tells Fred “I don’t know the exact amount but there are multiple billions at least.” Fred amazed at what he had done stays quiet, then Cynthia speaks up again “Hey, this is a little unprofessional but, would you want to maybe get a coffee after I’m done here in an hour?”