“Stop shouting at our customers!” the bank manager said.
“Sorry.” I hadn’t realized I’d
been yelling. It was 1977 and I’d only been out of teller school a few months.
This was my first week working in a real bank.
The manager came up to my
window several minutes later and said, “Our customers are complaining about
your yelling. You need to get your ears checked.”
Check (here) for what happened next.