THIS week I called in at the NatWest bank and, as I approached the counter, the young male assistant indicated, by a sort of hand-waving dumb show, that he wasn’t ready to serve me yet.
Then he produced a notice, pre-printed in heavy black letters, stuck it over the window and vanished. It said: ‘Thank you for your patience while the cashier balances.’
Which is a DIY cartoon opportunity for people who can’t draw.
We can all make our own mental pictures of the cashier, for example, spinning plates, standing on one leg, walking a tightrope, building a house of cards, or looking despondent about the possibility that, without regular balancing breaks, he might fall over or lose his work-life equilibrium.
But the good thing about this clueless use of banking jargon was that it gave me the first smile to come out of the banking world since the fall of Lehman Brothers.