For most of our working life (before we got this cushy job as a public squawk), we cashed our paycheck at the local Blarney Stone. If the bartender didn’t have enough in the till, one of the customers, many of whom belonged to the Piano Movers’ Union, would pull out a wad and cash it for us. Unfortunately Blarney got displaced by a yuppie bar and we had to go next door to Amalgamated Savings and open a bank account. That was before there were ATM’s and banks closed at 3:00 and dinosaurs roamed the Earth.
Amalgamated was all right so long as you didn’t ask them to do anything complicated, such as wire money to a European country, in which case the whole staff would have a nervous breakdown and charge a fee big enough to cover a lifetime of psychiatric care.
So we were astounded when, on what turned out to be the last night of the Occupation, we stopped by our branch on Broadway opposite Zuccotti Park and saw this sign in the window. “Amalgamated Bank Supports Occupy Wall Street.” Without so much as an exhortation to open a free checking account.
The two cops were politely trying to stay out of the picture.