Thursday, July 10, 2008

Corporate America reassures Chalicechick

"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.


plaidshoes said...

That was great ;-)

Lilylou said...

Once again you've made my day, CC. He is so cute!

Chalicechick said...

I know. I post it up here ever six months or so because I never get tired of it either!


Lisa M. Orange said...

Positive reinforcement from a bank teller! Yay, Inga! I do feel reassured.

Go Alan, go Alan...

Sara said...

That was a great pick-me-up. Thank you.