Staff members hurried around, keeping up with the constant lines of people. The bank manager stood by the door and produced one of his glowing smiles as another visitor left the building, but his smile changed rapidly when two, Afro-Caribbean strangers entered the bank. With long, heavy, thick coats on, the men slowly joined the queue, standing in line with the other people. This wasn’t the time for the bank manager to question them. If they were here to open an account then why would he want to stop them?“Good morning, gentlemen. How are you today?” asked the manager, in his obsequious tone of voice. There was no answer, not even an acknowledgment to show he was heard. The manager turned, walking away, but one of the strangers briskly removed a metal bar from beneath his coat and violently smacked him across the back of his head. This terrifying moment forced the manager to cower down on the floor like a frightened, bullied child. The other stranger rushed to the door, shouting words of no meaning, well it meant something to him, but whatever rushed from his lips wasn’t of the English language.
