You know when you’ve been standing on the bank line for what seems like an eternity, and no, "I'm not making a straight deposit, I’ll be wanting cash back, thanks," so you have to stand there, and what are all those people doing behind the glass? Shuffling around? Picking lottery numbers? And you watch as the teller is finally free, so you take a step towards her window without waiting for her "next in line, please," and without looking up, she slides a sign behind the glass (“Closed,” “Next Window Please,” "Ha Ha Sucker"). And you're just standing there, and she gets ready for lunch, and where there were three tellers now there’s only one, and that one just went "in the back" to get something, and now there’s none, and you’re standing there, and someone comes back into the line that was "here before, they told me to come to the front of the line," and you nod, cursing under your breath, why didn't I bring a newspaper? And now that person in front of you is reaching her pocketbook for paper-clipped item after paper-clipped item, and she's thinking aloud about how she'll need to do a currency transfer, and then a teller appears then goes into the safe deposit box area? And you feel like crying?
Friday, April 24, 2009
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