Please Support JNS
Jewish news that makes sense
the pulpit

Stay-at-Home Front

Day Seven: Banking on the beer distributor

I noticed a sign on the door that said “drive-through service only.”

Credit: Pixabay.
Credit: Pixabay.
Carin M. Smilk
Carin M. Smilk is the managing editor of JNS.

Let’s talk business, shall we? Let’s talk about how businesses are operating in the age of corona.

What is open: supermarkets, small grocers, hardware stores, office-supply stores, pet stores, pizza places, some restaurant takeout, gas stations, beer distributors.

Beer distributors? My husband tells me that is an essential business; after all, it’s basically food and beverages. He’s not such a drinker, but recognizes that others are.

Now, that distinction was not so apparent at first to the nice man named Izzy who runs the nearby laundromat. He was ordered to close, but had somewhat of a beef with the local government officials, explaining (quite reasonably) that if the beer store down the street was open and folks were going to keep drinking, then they’ll need a place to wash their clothes and keep clean. Or an existing public-health crisis will be made all the worse.

(He told me this while the Jewish mother in me rewashed the items my college-age son brought back from his dorm.)

What’s not open: coffee shops (sigh), state liquor stores, clothing stories, bookstores, tanning booths, day spas and salons, florists, bakeries—nearly all non-essential services where people tend to congregate.

And then come the banks.

I got a check in the mail, a refund for a class trip my teenage son won’t be able to take next week. I walked the half-block to my bank, which over the years has changed names about five or six times (my account is actually grandfathered in, I’ve been there so long).

Today, I noticed a sign on the door that said “drive-through service only.”

That explained the long line of cars snaking their way to the outdoor service window. So I stood behind the last one, slowly inching forward as the passengers got their financial needs taken care of. Then one of the tellers I know by name came outside and kindly told me that I couldn’t stand in line because it was too dangerous. A car could hit me.

I must have given her a look (at that point, we were both standing in line near the potentially errant autos). “If you have your debit card, I’ll show you how to deposit the check,” she said cheerfully.

“I don’t have a debit card,” I replied.

She blinked. “Oh, well, then just come back and drive up to the window.”

At this point, I had moved ahead two spots and was almost next.

And then came the big reveal—one that only my family and closest friends know.

“I don’t drive,” I said. “That’s why I always walk to the bank.”

(Living in New York in my 20s, and then Boston and Philadelphia in my 30s, I kind of skipped that stage … )

That about floored her.

Out of sympathy, I told her fine, OK, I’ll come back the next day driven by someone else. That someone will be my brother, who lives four towns away and being a teacher, is on leave right now, while my husband has meetings all day long from home. He will pick me up and we’ll drive the half-block over to the same window in the same spot with the same check to the same teller to make my deposit.

And then we’ll visit the beer distributor.

Carin M. Smilk is the managing editor of JNS.

This Reporter’s Notebook will appear starting on March 16 until the end of the month (or when schools reopen).

Be a part of our community

JNS serves as the central hub for a thriving community of readers who appreciate the invaluable context our coverage offers on Israel and their Jewish world.

Please join our community and help support our unique brand of Jewish journalism that makes sense.

Support JNS
Topics
Never miss a thing
Get the best stories faster with JNS breaking news updates