Getting angry at the lack of human interaction is just counter productive

THE bank queue is getting restless. It soon becomes apparent that the woman at the counter has a complicated arrangement. The staff member she was dealing with has left to go off into the mysterious back of the bank.

I’ve never been in the back of a bank but I imagine that one day the door will be left open enough for me to see thousands of people turning a giant wheel being whipped by large sweaty overseers wearing goat masks and chanting to the Horned God.

The employee comes back, this time with his supervisor. Uh oh, this does not look good.