Now don't think I am naive, but I actually had an initial thought on the title "come on, even at the bank?". Why is this the first I heard of it? How can this possibly be? Do you exchange your money, check out the latina tellers with their sexy white blouses while hanging out in the lobby, and select one at closing time (bank exit fee applicable?)? What's next, break-the-tension hummer by the hot latina stewardess in the lavatory on your arriving flight?
"Coke, Peanuts or BBBJ? Ok caballero, necesito 30K colones". "Uhm, I only tengo dollares, senorita, $60 sounds goodo to mio".