Anyway, the line wasn’t moving at all when I joined it. And then it kept not moving. And when it finally did move, that old man was right in front of me and he had to watch the teller count all his money because he didn’t trust those scales, and he also had some things to say about his medical conditions, bank fees, the government and refugees. And whatever he said about refugees was so startlingly racist that the teller lost count and had to start again. And there was my lunch hour, ticking away.