Gilda

I wrote this up for the being more social thread, but it has little to do with being social, so this seemed a better place for it.

I got a check from my old job back in California, unused retirement contribution. We decided to splurge and go get me some new blouses now that my cast is off and I can fit my arm through tighter sleeves again. While Grace is showering, I hop in the car and head for the bank branch nearest us. The lobby is closed on Saturdays, but there's a sign saying the drive through is open. I'd never used the drive through at a bank, so I didn't know how it worked, and I was nervous that I'd do it wrong and screw things up. But I said screw it, there are probably instructions written there, and pulled around to the drivethrough lane. I get up to the front, and stop to read the instructions for the little tube thingy, and it seems clear, but I want to make sure, so I read it a second time so I'm not going to make any mistakes. The gay behind me shouts and honks, so I grab it and put my check and deposit slip into the tube, and put it in the little alcove. I was flustered from the guy behind me honking, and forgot to push the little button to send it, and he honked and yelled again. I figure out what's wrong, but by this time, I'm thinking I need to double check, and while I'm doing that, the guy behind me honks a loud one, then backs up and pulls into the next row beside me, rolls down his window and yells, "Jesus Christ, lady, how stupid can you be? You'd think this was your first time. Put the tube in the hole. You know how to do that, don't you? Put the tube in the hole"

Well, dammit, it was my first time! I mean, you have to expect that sometimes you're going to run into somebody doing something for the first time and needing to read the instructiions. I got so upset I just drove away. I'm easily intimidated by large men yelling at me.

As I was pulling out, I realized I still had the little plastic tube with me, so I circled back around and put it back. I really, really wanted to just go home, but I didn't want anyone to get there and not be able to use it, so I at least went back around. As I was going back around, I saw the slot I'd used had a car in it, and the guy in that car had to get out and go around to the outside, unused lane and get the tube thingy from there. Canister--it's called a canister. So I pulled into that last pass-through lane, jumped out and put the cannister into the machine, then quickly got in my car and drove off. Fortunately, nobody was using that lane when I went back to get my check and deposit slip back out of the canister.

I'm never going back there again, but at least I did try that once.

Hmmm. I'm reading this and wondering what it has to do with socializing. Nothing, it seems. I'm going to cut and paste this into its own thread somewhere.

The idiot in the title, by the way, was me.

Gilda

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