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There's more to it than "protecting" customers against scams. Think about it, when has a bank ever been made liable for a customer who willingly withdrew money and gave it to a scammer.Maybe a way around this is to just say "I understand that once cash has been withdrawn, the bank has no responsibility towards me to protect against fraud or scams".
There's various AML/CTF laws that prevent the bank employees from even telling you why they're asking for more information. Bank tellers can be personally fined $300K+ if they "tipped off" a customer.
There's more to it than "protecting" customers against scams. Think about it, when has a bank ever been made liable for a customer who willingly withdrew money and gave it to a scammer.
You sound like a Colombian drug lord to meWithdrew cash for a car last month &!the cashier asked what it was for in a girly kind of way. I said you don’t want to know. She replied yes I do. I repeated you don’t want to know. Then she left it alone.
A third time & I would have asked her why she was harassing me.
... I repeated you don’t want to know. Then she left it alone.
A third time & I would have asked her why she was harassing me.
“The value of the metal in a nickel is worth six point eight cents,” he said. “Did you know that?..I just bought a million dollars’ worth of them,” he said, and then, perhaps sensing I couldn’t do the math: “twenty million nickels.”... “How do you buy twenty million nickels?” “Actually, it’s very difficult,” he said, and then explained that he had to call his bank and talk them into ordering him twenty million nickels. The bank had finally done it, but the Federal Reserve had its own questions. “The Fed apparently called my guy at the bank,” he says. “They asked him, ‘Why do you want all these nickels?’ So he called me and asked, ‘Why do you want all these nickels?’ And I said, ‘I just like nickels.’” He pulled out a photograph of his nickels and handed it to me. There they were, piled up on giant wooden pallets in a Brink’s vault in downtown Dallas.