Rosie at the Bank

So there I was, waiting to see a bank officer about my aunt's account. It took a long time and I noticed all the employees were young and the three women waiting were not so young - me being one of them. Pretty soon an officer comes over and says, "Is Rosie here?" The three of us all looked at her with kindly little shrugs that said, "Nope, not me!" The officer looked perplexed and finally sat down next to the woman across from me and asked her, "What is your name?" "Rose," she said. The dolt! Couldn't she just pay attention or something? Couldn't she listen? What was she - old ,and deaf, too? The turncoat; making us all look bad.