Say "Thanks"

 Today I went to the bank to open a new account. We reached the venue before time, and me and my dad stood outside the bank and conducted our stand-up comedy session. As usual, we were both the performers, and we were also the audience. Once the time was 10 o'clock, the security opened the door, and we were the first customers. I was asked to give many signatures today, but my dad was explaining the old spiraling process of those days. He sat in a seat, and I was running from person to person. At last, the passbook printing machine took itself a short break, so I also took a break until the staff somehow stopped its break period. At last, I had to get a signature from the assistant manager, and I went to him. He gave the sign, and I took the passbook from his table and looked at my dad. He was telling me in a very low voice to thank him. I was staring at him for a moment and then stared at the assistant manager. Again, I looked at my dad, and he was telling me to thank him. I smiled like a tube light was switched on and told him thanks. The posture I told him would make anyone laugh, but the assistant manager was busy at work. He accepted my thanks by nodding his head.