The Journey to Freedom: Path to WW3

Chapter LVII

Money doesn't mean anything to me. I've made a lot of money, but I want to enjoy life and not stress myself building my bank account. I give lots away and live simply, mostly out of a suitcase in hotels. We all know that good health is much more important.

Keanu Reeves

We get to town and I tell Josh to take me to the blue bank first. I guide him to the bank and once we park we get off and go inside. I tell the person that greets us if I could speak to the bank manager. He tells me that he was going to get him and that he would be right back. We all sit down and I see that my girls are nervous.

"You two alright?" I ask.

They tell me that they are nervous because they wonder if the money was still there. I tell them that everything will be alright and not to worry, if they weren't in the accounts, then the cash in the safety deposit boxes would still be there. The manager comes to greet me and asks if he could help me. I tell him that I needed to check my account balance because I was trapped in the united states and just got back from there. He tells me that they don't take American currency because it doesn't exist.

I look at him and ask him, "You did hear what I said right? I didn't ask if you took American currency, I asked if you could check my account to see if my money was still there?"

He tells me that the bank teller would help me with that. I smile and tell him that he has been a great help. I go over to the bank teller and ask the young lady if she could help me in checking my account balance for me. I tell her that I opened up the account a long time ago but that I was in the states and just got back. She tells me that she is happy that I made it back in one piece. She then tells me to slide my card and I tell her that I didn't have one but I had all my paperwork from the last time I was here and if she could check it for me. She tells me that she would help me out and starts to put in the information on her computer.

"Ok, yes, your account is still active and you have...500 million pesos in your account?!" She says in a stammering voice.

She tells me to wait and she calls the manager over. He looks at the computer then at me. He tells me that he would gladly help me out. I tell him that he had his chance and that the young lady would be helping me from here on out. His smile drops and tells her to help me in any way. She obliges and asks what she can do for me. I ask her if she could step away from her computer and talk to me in the lobby, she tells me that she would be out in a few minutes. She walks over to the bank manager and whispers something and then points to me, he nods and she starts walking towards me. My girls ask me if everything was ok and I tell them that everything was perfect and to watch their old man work.

"Listen I was wondering if we could sit at one of these desks and if you could help me out," I ask her.

She tells me that she doesn't have a desk and I ask her if she wanted one and she tells me that they won't give her a promotion because there are no positions available. I tell her that I could make one for her if she wanted one and she smiles and asks me how. I tell her to call her bank manager's boss because I didn't like the way her bank manager treated me and if I go to him, then basically he would just apologize and try to be nice and then nothing would get fixed. She nods and we go over to the desk closest to us and she calls his boss. She tells them that she had a customer wanting to speak to her because he was mistreated by the bank manager then she passes the phone to me. I tell the bank manager's boss everything that happened and tell her that the young lady has helped me out a lot and that she deserves a promotion because she went out of her way to help me when the bank manager didn't even want to help me out. She asks for my information and I hear clicking on the phone and then there was silence. I ask if anyone was there and she stammers and tells me that she would be willing to help me in any way. I tell her to fire the bank manager because people like them always seem to look down on others and that the young lady will either be promoted to the bank manager or she can be promoted to having a desk job because if they didn't comply, then I would take my money to another bank. She tells me that she will have it done by the end of the day and I tell her that it needed to be done in the next 5 minutes because I had a horrible long trip trying to escape from America and trying to come back home to Mexico. She tells me that she was going to put me on hold and that she would be back. I tell the young teller that she put me on hold. I tell everyone to look at the bank manager. His phone rings and he tries to justify his judgment on me and then he slams the phone and grabs his briefcase and I get up and tell him to have a nice day. He looks at me and walks out of the bank and slams the door behind him. I tell the teller that a position just opened up for a desk job and she starts laughing. The hold music cuts off and the lady on the other end tells me that it has been handled. I tell her thank you and that now I needed the young lady to have a desk job because she would be my personal accountant and the teller smiles at me. I wink at her and she blushes. The lady on the phone tells me that it would be done by the time the conversation is over. I hand the phone back to the teller and she has a conversation with a lady on the phone and says that she would handle it and then hangs up.