we have limits

the teller
at the bank is
very nice
to you.
every time you
pull up
to make a deposit
or to take money
out you feel
bad for having
yelled him
a few years ago
on a hot Friday
night.
so unlike
you. but you
did. his English
being poor
the turban
on his head,
asking for two
id's to come
around through
the front door.
you can't take
your money out
at the window,
he said. you're
asking for too much.
we have limits,
he said over the garbled
speaker, we
have limits.
but all is well
now with the both
of you.
he smiles, you
smile. the world
being such a
happy place.