visit to a bank (old notebooks)

Bank teller:  Hello.

Customer:  Hi, I'd like to cash this please.

B:  (looks at it)  Sorry, I can't.

C:  What do you mean, you can't?

B:  I just can't, sorry.

C:  It's my check.......I've got an account here........look, here's my drivers license.......here, look.

B:  I'm sorry.

C:  Why not! 

B:  Well, if you really want to know........we don't like you.

C:  What!!!  It's my money!  You have to give it to me!

B:  No, I mean it, we've been thinking about it and we just don't feel you deserve it.

C:  It's mine!!......Well, God damn it, what don't you like about me?

B:  We just don't think you're very nice.

C:  I don't care if you hate my fucking guts!  Give me my money!  (grabs the teller by the collar)

B:  (teller motions to the security guard)

C:  Go ahead and call him over.  It's my money.

Guard:  Hey!  Hold it right there mister.  (recognizes him)  Oh, It's you!  Don't you think you've caused enough grief already?

C:  ..........?

B:  He seems to think we have to give him some money.

G:  Really?  (to the customer)  Don't you realize how much they don't like you here?

C:  What have I done?

G:  You'd better come with me, you have a lot of explaining to do.

C:  What have I done?