I ventured into the local branch of my bank yesterday.
This has been my bank for over a decade.
All of the tellers were new.
I needed a photo ID to make a deposit and check on my balance.
The branch manager was new.
Gone are the days of walking in and chatting with the tellers and/or the branch manager.
Also gone are the days of running into the bank’s employees at the Farmers’ Market or around town.
They don’t live here.
They are just passing through.
I know that I should be grateful that the bank is still open when so many branch offices are closed.
Also, I should be grateful that I can walk into the branch without an appointment.
Yet, I miss the old days.
The staff knew me and I knew them.