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DURING my first year in mortgage banking, I chose follow-up as my prime objective and made sure my clients knew it.
On one case, a joint-venture construction loan that had required hours of preparation, I was eager to advise my client
that I had finally received a letter of intent. I called his office only to be told that he had left for the day. Frustrated, I
relaxed by sailboarding in the harbor near my home. As I sailed along on I noticed a large powerboat cruising nearby
and was astonished to discover that the man at the helm was my client. I tacked close to the cruiser, and waved.
Incredulous, he waved back and slowed the boat. "Just wanted to let you know I've received a letter of intent," I called
out. The deal was sealed soon afterward. Attached to the client's agreement was this postscript: "When you say you
follow up on a deal, you really mean it!"
ONE day a young man came up to my window at the bank and whispered, "Please deposit this hundred dollars in my
savings account." I handled the transaction and whispered back, "Have a good day." He started to leave but changed
his mind. "I'm sorry we have to whisper," he said, "but if my car knows I've deposited money, it'll break down again." With
his finger to his lips he tiptoed out
MARTIN BOWEN, president of the Fort Worth First City National Bank, was seen standing in front of the automatic teller
in the lobby one day while it performed a transaction rather slowly. After a brief wait, Bowen was heard to say, "Come
on — it's me!"
THE young woman who entered our bank to cash a check looked so hesitant that I went to help her. "Please sign the
back of the check," I told her, "as you'd sign a letter." She looked at me gratefully, scribbled on the check and passed it
to me. Signed on the back was: "Yours affectionately, Pamela".
WAS working as a bank teller in upstate New York, where I'd recently moved from New England. One day a customer
pulled up to the drive-in window. The microphone was off, however, and I didn't know what he was saying. I turned on
the mike and, just to let him know that I hadn't heard him said "Please?" To my embarrassment, the customer glared at
me and said, "May I have a pen, PLEASE?"
A FRIEND of mine spent two weeks touring the West with a Boy Scout troop. They were in a bank cashing checks, and
one boy was having trouble because he had lost his wallet. He still claimed he had identification, but he didn't want to
show it. The pretty, young teller insisted, so the Scout leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She motioned for him
to come behind the counter. My friend, who was tall enough to see over the counter, saw the blushing boy tug out his
shirt tail, fold his belt over in, back and then pull up the label on his underwear to show his name neatly printed there.
The teller cashed his check.
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