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I'm not a drug dealer

It always feels weird making a large cash deposit at the bank. First of all, it’s nerve-wracking these days just to carry large amounts of cash with you. We’ve seen the news videos of people being robbed of their money whilst on their way to make a deposit. Granted, they’re typically small business owners, and the perps tailed them from their respective establishments. I on the other hand do not have a symbolic loudspeaker advertising how flushed with cash I am.

Seems like a proverbial rock and hard place for those business owners. Pay the 5% to credit card companies for the security of digital banking, or keep that profit margin and risk the (albeit small) chance of getting robbed on the way to the bank.

Anyways, once I get pass the nervousness of getting to the bank, then comes the awkwardness of working with the bank teller. Here is a large stack of 100 dollar bills, and no I am not drug dealer. (Honestly, what drug dealer actually uses establishment banks?) Another bout of nervousness comes when the teller feeds the bills through the counting machine. Sure hope there aren’t any fake bills in that stack!

After that comes the standard questions anytime a person is depositing over $10,000: am I currently employed, where, and what is my job title. By law, the bank have to report this information to the feds, though it’s more procedural than anything ominous. If you ever write a check larger than $10,000 to buy a car, the dealership also have to report that transaction. I’m told this is to catch money laundering. Obviously, you only have worry if your money comes from illicit activities…

As a person who almost never cary cash, I definitely rest easier knowing most of my money is deposited in banks (got to have some spare cash on hand for emergencies). It’s a sense of security, you know? That’s why I’m nervous anytime I have to make a deposit, fearing something can go wrong before that money is safely in an FDIC insured account.

Closed, pizza boy.

Straight cash, homie

It’s always a bit nerve-racking when bringing a relatively large stack of cash to deposit at the bank. What if I get robbed before I get to the location? Lots of AAPI hate going around these days. What if I get pulled over by the police while I am still in the car? Civil asset forfeiture is a thing: I would have to prove to the authorities the cash is clean and kosher. Guilty until proven innocent - imagine that in America!

While waiting in line for the next available teller, a helper person asked me if I want to use the ATM instead. Heck no! Last thing I’d want to risk is the machine eating up the bills and causing a huge headache. I’ve also seen ATMs outright reject otherwise good bills. Any count above 10, it’s better to deposit with a real person. They’ve got those fancy bill counting machines that goes through a pile quickly and accurately.

A couple next to me was doing a wire transfer. They’ve just closed on a home, and were super excited. Their teller wished them congratulations, to which they replied, “Thanks! But now we’re house poor!” Indeed that’s the reality: there’s really no homes around here that isn’t above seven-figures. Anyone not making tech-bro money will be stretching to make the mortgage. Not to mention the exorbitant property tax every year - no prop 13 protection for you!

I have zero illusions that I can purchase a home in San Francisco any time soon, if ever. Not on this government employee salary! Besides, I don’t want the inflexibility of being tied down to a property for an extended period. It’s not that I plan to go anywhere; it’s because having a mortgage payment changes the calculus of how you approach employment. The stakes are higher: you can no longer afford to tell your boss to fuck off.

Those are the shackles!

Against all odds.