Another day, another trip to the bank. This time because I had to re-request the PIN number for my card. Not because I’d forgotten it, but because the caretaker of the big apartment block that I live in didn’t know that I lived there. She returned my mail to sender, which was nice!
So I checked the opening times last night and saw that they open at 8:45am. I got to work at 8:30 and decided to go straight there, and arrived at exactly 8:45. When I tried to buzz myself in I got through the first door OK, (apparently all banks have two sets of security doors with a bank robber detecting CCTV camera between them).
At the second door someone asked me something in French over the intercom which I didn’t understand, so I just said “Umm, oui”, which then caused a bunch of other questions. Finally we agreed to speak English, and they wanted to know if I had an appointment, and who with. Well no, I just wanted to go to the cashier to request a new card, but they kept asking about my appointment. After a minute of being broken records, they let me in, but only after I held my ID up to the camera (well if I did rob the bank at least they would know who did it…)
Anyway, I finally got into my own bank and managed to explain my situation in French, and got a new PIN code requested.
When I got back to the office I asked one of the guys there why I’d just gone through this ordeal, and he said he had no idea until I mentioned the opening time. He told me that it’s unofficial but normal that you leave 15 or so minutes after somewhere is opened before you show up. So I’d interrupted these guys cushy start to the day.
How was I suppoed to know?!