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A Dollar Can Go a Long Way

 

                                                                                                            


 


In 1975, I worked for a progressive neighborhood bank in Chicago. Like most banks of the era, it projected an image of quiet professionalism and conservative decorum. Men wore dark suits. Women dressed accordingly. Everyone behaved as though they had just stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting.

 

Then someone chartered a school bus to a male strip club.



 

It wasn't a bank function. It wasn't officially sponsored. It took place after hours, and everyone was on their own. Tickets were sold in advance, employees invited their friends, and one Friday evening a yellow school bus—with its lights flashing and doors folded open—pulled up in front of the bank. Capacity was 40 and all seats were taken.

 

The passengers ranged from young employees in their twenties to women who were already grandmothers. Many carried cameras.

And many carried fistfuls of one-dollar bills.

The destination was Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, home of the Sugar Shack—one of the few clubs in the area featuring male entertainers.

What happens in Wisconsin, stays in Wisconsin.

Not really.

The photographs surfaced a few days later.


Years later, I accepted a position  at a growing suburban community bank. During my interview, the bank president—a man I already knew from a previous bank—looked me over and smiled."I like your suit," he said. "But we're very conservative here. The men wear dark-colored suits."

“Not a problem," I replied. "This gray suit fits the dress code where I work now, but I'll gladly follow your standards."

I got the job.

About a year later, I noticed something interesting.

 

The same bank president who had insisted on dark business suits had begun wearing Looney Tunes Daffy Duck neckties.

My gray suit quietly found its way back into the rotation, and nothing more was ever said.

 

Bankers have earned a reputation for being conservative.

In my experience, that reputation is generally deserved.

But every now and then, beneath those dark suits and sensible dresses, you'll find a delightful reminder that bankers are people too.

Just ask the ladies who boarded that school bus one Friday evening with cameras.

...and fistfuls of one-dollar bills.

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