I'm in line. All I need to do is make a deposit.
I should just use an ATM... I know this... but no. I prefer to deal with a human being. I enjoy the smile. I crave the casual "How's your day?" even though I realize the teller doesn't in fact give a flying fuck how my day has been.
After a day of text messages and email, I need even the most minimal of human interaction.
Thus, I choose to be a prisoner to the line.
Immediately behind me is someone who'd likely find the prisoner analogy far more meaningful.
I first notice his smell.
I don't know what it is, but it isn't right.
And then the walkman.
Bzzt Bzzt BOOM BOOM. Bzzt bzzt, boom boom!
And then the singing - soft, but loud enough to be easily audible.
Now, I'm not a fan of people singing in public. But some songs are more inappropriate than others. For example, the bank is no place for singing "Homie be frettin' cuz he know I got a gun"
I'm just sayin'.
Frankly, homie be thinkin' he should come back to the bank another time. Today's line is not for me.
Oh no homey! D'at ain't right!
I use the ATM. My bank will charge extra to interact with a human. Besides, sometimes the beep beep beep of the ATM is a little more pleasing than the dry far-away stare of a teller that's been on their feet all day and missed their last coffee break. That's usually when I turn up the iPod and sing along with Aerosmith .. "Janie's got a gun...."::::: | June 18, 2006 8:41 AM
Something tells me the only place that could be more fun is the DMV.::::: | June 19, 2006 11:42 AM