BeaudryBabe
Shiny_Rock
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- Jul 13, 2005
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What a strange trip to the bank earlier today...
I pull up to the window at the drive thru, rather than into a lane with the "sonic tube". I have like five business deposits and a new teller, who appears to be really confused. It's a beautiful day here in the Northeast, so I decide, no problem, I will wait patiently as I listen to a radio tribute to 9/11.
Enter the woman in the huge SUV...she pulls behind me, instead of pulling into one of three open lanes. After 10 minutes of waiting, I can see in my rearview mirror that she has become terribly upset and very put out, if you will. Shortly after making this observation, I hear whining tires and smell lots of rubber. She throws the SUV into reverse, backs up near the speed of sound and then pulls forward into the lane next to me, one of the sonic tube lanes. She puts her banking into the tube and slams her hand onto the button to launch the tube. As I try to ignore her, as her behavior is getting really bad, I feel her eyes upon me. I look to my right, make eye contact and shrug my shoulders and smile, as if to say, sorry, don't know why it's taking so long. She glares and gestures as she mumbles. I politely ask "is there a problem"? She lashes back, "are you paranoid". Well, my blood can boil as quick at the next gals, but no, I decide it is far to beautiful a day to be ruined by someone like this, 9/11 no less, I mean, shouldn't we all be treating one another a little better today of all days? So, I say, as I laugh, are you psychotic? She continues to gesture and mumble, I put up the passenger window and go about my banking. I then hear her yell, 'I am trying to figure out if you are a man or a woman". I think, what, she really is nuts and definately in need of some meds. I open my window and calmly and nicely proclaim "I have one word for you on 9/11...COMPASSION". She screams "you rotten -itch" and on and on, you get where I am going with this. She proceeds to buzz the teller, ask the teller what my problem is and continues her rant.
Finally, her banking comes back to her, I open my window and again, calmly and nicely, hoping maybe she'll bite and calm down a bit I say...Have a nice day. Well, that did it, the -uck word started to fly, she has every name in the book in her vocabulary and I am privileged to hear them all. She throws the SUV into drive and peels out of the drive thru lane.
Good grief, what is happening to this world we live in? Why can't we all just show some common courtesy, be civil and gee, maybe even get along.
Sorry for the rant, thanks for reading.
I pull up to the window at the drive thru, rather than into a lane with the "sonic tube". I have like five business deposits and a new teller, who appears to be really confused. It's a beautiful day here in the Northeast, so I decide, no problem, I will wait patiently as I listen to a radio tribute to 9/11.
Enter the woman in the huge SUV...she pulls behind me, instead of pulling into one of three open lanes. After 10 minutes of waiting, I can see in my rearview mirror that she has become terribly upset and very put out, if you will. Shortly after making this observation, I hear whining tires and smell lots of rubber. She throws the SUV into reverse, backs up near the speed of sound and then pulls forward into the lane next to me, one of the sonic tube lanes. She puts her banking into the tube and slams her hand onto the button to launch the tube. As I try to ignore her, as her behavior is getting really bad, I feel her eyes upon me. I look to my right, make eye contact and shrug my shoulders and smile, as if to say, sorry, don't know why it's taking so long. She glares and gestures as she mumbles. I politely ask "is there a problem"? She lashes back, "are you paranoid". Well, my blood can boil as quick at the next gals, but no, I decide it is far to beautiful a day to be ruined by someone like this, 9/11 no less, I mean, shouldn't we all be treating one another a little better today of all days? So, I say, as I laugh, are you psychotic? She continues to gesture and mumble, I put up the passenger window and go about my banking. I then hear her yell, 'I am trying to figure out if you are a man or a woman". I think, what, she really is nuts and definately in need of some meds. I open my window and calmly and nicely proclaim "I have one word for you on 9/11...COMPASSION". She screams "you rotten -itch" and on and on, you get where I am going with this. She proceeds to buzz the teller, ask the teller what my problem is and continues her rant.
Finally, her banking comes back to her, I open my window and again, calmly and nicely, hoping maybe she'll bite and calm down a bit I say...Have a nice day. Well, that did it, the -uck word started to fly, she has every name in the book in her vocabulary and I am privileged to hear them all. She throws the SUV into drive and peels out of the drive thru lane.
Good grief, what is happening to this world we live in? Why can't we all just show some common courtesy, be civil and gee, maybe even get along.
Sorry for the rant, thanks for reading.