“You don’t mess with a banker.”
It was a famous phrase, that much I knew, but I couldn’t remember who said it first. Buddha? Gandhi? Mother Theresa? It was one of them, for sure. It didn’t matter; what mattered was that it was true, and that I, a banker, had been messed with.
I usually didn’t let it get to me. When that kid came in and tried to cash a cheque with nothing but an unsigned rewards card that…
