He sits there on the tailgate of his pickup truck, daring you to park. Got official bank business? You'd better. This here parkin' lot's just fer bankin', he growls. Just fer Western bankin', that is.
He's got his cowboy hat tilted just so. Is that tobacco he's chewing? Holy shit, somebody still does that! Day in, day out, this here parkin's just fer bankin'.
There's other parkin' roun' the corner. Yeah, so why can't the friggin' bank customers park over there?
This here parkin' lot's re-served.
If you ain't bankin', they gonna tow yo' ass.
Okay, so I went into the bank and snuck out the side door where the bouncer couldn't see me. Came back twenty minutes later.
Fine day for bankin', I told him.
Reckon so, he replied.