Last week I was working away from home and found that I had in my pocket ten pence. “Right,” I thought. “I’ll go to the bank.” I found a bank in the high street, went in and made out a cheque card for fifty pounds. I handed it to the cashier . She looked at it for a moment.
“I see you have your account at a different branch ,” she said. “Can I see your cheque for identification?”
“Of course,” I replied, and handed it to her.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. Then she handed me some banknotes, saying, “That’s two twenties and one ten – that makes fifty.”