"Good afternoon," I said to the bank teller, "I forgot my wallet, but I'm in here all the time. Can I just withdraw a hundred dollars?"
"I do recognize you" My bank teller Inga said, peering into her computer. "Do you know your account number?"
I didn't, of course. So I gave her my social and she looked it up. Inga filled out the withdrawal form and handed it back to me.
"I'm sorry, I don't have a pen." I said. "I'm just useless this afternoon."
Inga handed me a pen. "No," she gravely said. "We disagree. We are your bank, and we do not think you are useless at all."
"Thanks," I said, signing the paper.
She handed me my money and I left the bank.
What a strange little interaction.
And now, in honor of the fact that CC has not had a normal evening at home followed by a normal night of sleep in at least ten days, we will practice the traditional Chaliceblog Self-Care exercise: Watching that "Alan Rickman-I'm too Sexy" youtube video.
Please enjoy, and know that we at the Chaliceblog do not think you're a bit useless. Not at all.
5 comments:
That was great ;-)
Once again you've made my day, CC. He is so cute!
I know. I post it up here ever six months or so because I never get tired of it either!
CC
Positive reinforcement from a bank teller! Yay, Inga! I do feel reassured.
Go Alan, go Alan...
That was a great pick-me-up. Thank you.
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