There was something that did not happen in 2012 that was instructive to me (and it had nothing to do with the Mayans): I did not conduct a single banking transaction at a branch in 2012. I visited many for work but none for personal banking.
I wrote one check in 2012 to our sprinkler system repair guy. I don't mean that I wrote him one check. I wrote one check all year…period.
True, my wife handles most of the banking in our household. She wrote 16 checks last year (mostly to school and Scouting fundraisers) and visited a bank branch once to retrieve my son's birth certificate from a safety deposit box.
All checks we had to deposit in 2012 were deposited with her Android phone from our kitchen table. That's not an idiom. She only deposits checks via her phone while sitting at the kitchen table. It's her banking spot. (I've learned not to ask.)
And, oddly enough, those checks were scanned to a bank that was a very early provider of that service, but isn't our primary bank. She later goes online and transfers money to our primary bank when needed.
When I asked why she goes through that extra step, she asked if I would prefer handling the transactions. Suddenly, that system seemed just fine to me.
So in 2012, my household did not actually conduct "banking" in a branch all year. That settles it. Branches are demonstratively of no real use to us and therefore irrelevant to our choice in banks… right? Well, hold the smartphone on that one.
Late in the year, my wife mistakenly made a transfer from the "wrong" account at our primary bank. She was hit with a fee. And she reacts to "penalty" fees (and expired coupons) like Luke Skywalker learning of his real father.
Attempting to channel that energy into something productive, I suggested it may be time to consider changing banks. This led to a quick conversation about possible choices.
And the first thing she began taking into account was the very thing we have established should mean the least to us. She started listing bank branches in our local community.
When I pointed out that we don't really use branches, she shared her logic. She feels that banks offer basically the same products, technology and pricing anyway. So, she'll take the availability of a branch that she will likely never use over not having that availability. That's her logic and, by default, my household's.
But the funny thing was that the list of local branches she could rattle off was pretty short. She left out several branches I could think of, primarily because I pay more attention to bank branches than a normal human. Even then, when we Googled it, we found at least one-third more branches located along some of our normal commutes than either of us could recall.
Two of the branches that came up in our online search are side-by-side, next to a favorite restaurant of my kids. We frequently cut through their parking lots, passing within 100 feet of their front doors, to avoid street traffic. I thought my wife was kidding when she said she couldn't name the banks. She wasn't kidding. And we've driven through their parking lots one hundred times, at a minimum, in recent years.
Over the past few decades, banks have greatly improved their marketing within the four walls of their branches. On the outside, however, it's apparently still 1963. There's nothing to see here, folks, move along.