Counting again only benefits the other.
Adopting this technique may be difficult for any person striving to be an honest upright business person.
When someone is counting money before handing it to you, count the bills as you see them fall on the counter. When you see what is your due, pick up the bills. There's a possibility some bills were stuck together. The advantage is to you when you accept what you saw fall.
Circumstances can influence your ethics.
The wicket next to the entrance was for the junior teller (nowadays called Customer Service Representatives or CSRs) because the seniors believed that's where most of the strange people chose to go when entering the bank. This included a dreaded medical doctor.
Senior staff would talk about how they resented her arrogant insensitive attitude toward people employed as bank clerks. She behaved that way around her home. I attended several of her daughter's parties. Above all, it was her depositing behavior the bank staff really abhorred.
She would spread numerous checks into separate piles indicating into which of her numerous accounts they were to be deposited. Apparently, she used these different accounts to organize her financial matters.
The extra processing wasn't the problem. There was no pressure to maximize the number of customers served. My senior colleagues were always thanking me for attracting the doctor away from their post. In fact, they began to express admiration for my patience with such an annoying customer.
The problem was the mid-processing changes. Just as each deposit was being finalized she would start with her changes with, "No! No! No!" in such a loud voice that implied to everyone in the bank that you had just committed a colossal error. She would continue, "Put these checks over in this account and take these and put them over here and ..." Often this would include additional checks found in her purse.
Before one could confirm the changes she would rush over to the manager's office again, interrupting whomever, and talk about the next bit of social chat that had just popped into her head. Often she would interject some kind words about the new nice young man who served her so well including, "...he's dating my daughter, you know!"
The secret of my patience was that I was, indeed, committing colossal errors back in my cage. On the largest deposit I would make an addition error of $10.00 in my favor she, nor any auditor, ever noticed. That was equal to half my pocket money for a week!
This early adventure into thievery in a life that has remained thieving free was rationalized into a guilt-free memory. This wealthy doctor was receiving good service from someone she liked and it was such a small reasonable fee. Bank salaries were so miserably meager in those days anyway. Why change the huge bank regulations for such a small circumstance? Incidently, the daughter was no prize. Thank you, dear doctor, for that brief career in 'honest' compromise.
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