I went to the bank drive through today. I haven't been to one in years, for a variety of reasons. I had forgotten how much fun they are when there's no line. I kept thinking how much Gert would love the pneumatic tube system.
I was pulled from my reverie when the tube plunked down the canister containing my deposit slip. Joanne wished me a fond farewell and offered her appreciation for my choice in banks. And I sped away.
Halfway out of the parking lot I was severely disappointed that I didn't get a sucker. Sure, I'm 31 years old and I don't fit their normal sucker demographic. But, still . . . don't we all deserve some suckers? I want my Dum Dum, the same kind they used to give away at Barnaby's Pizza. Or even better, one of those Saf-T-Pops.
Something that uses a hyphen T hyphen is inherently cool.
Next time I'm demanding a sucker, damn it. I deserve love and confection, not unlike Matthew and Gunnar Nelson. Except without the freakish albino look.
UPDATE: In the name of all things holy and sacred, was this really needed or appropriate?
My bank gives doggy biscuits of you have a dog in the car.
ReplyDeleteI would have settled for one of those too.
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