|A multi- cup coffee morning|
So, it's raining. It's raining hard and I'm late. That not so unusual you say. I still have one errand to complete before I go to work. Yes, I got going earlier than usual because I needed to stop at the bank to make a deposit. I't just a small deposit in my personal account. Easy, peasy you say. Just go through the drive thru window right?
Well, It's pouring harder and harder and the windshield wipers are slapping in sync with the music on the radio. If you know me I'm not a fan of rain. I know it's necessary and all that, but it's dreary and this kind of rain in 40 degree temperatures is just plain bone chilling.
I get to the bank drive thru and although it is well after 9 a.m. all the lighted signs say closed. Hmmmm well, I turn my car and try and find a parking space to just go in and be done. Thrice around the building and I still can't find a space. Geez, it's only thursday morning , what's up with that? Finally on the fourth pass I grab a space recently vacated.
I get out and the wind whips my umbrella inside out. You knew that was coming didn't you? I toss it back in the car and run to the bank doors. Wet, bedraggled and frustrated I open the door and the line is almost 7 deep. Whoa, this may take some time.
Here is the scenario...there are two tellers for four windows. From my vantage point I can see there are four tellers in the drive in window area milling around. In the main bank there are three tellers walking behind the two working tellers with one (apparently a manger of some sort) Just staring towards the customers with her arms folded. Every customer at the working windows are doing some major banking. I wait, I wait, I wait. When, I ask, did the bank turn into a Walmart?
From my position in line I can see the large clock ticking away. Finally after about 30 minutes for a banking job that should have taken three, I arrive at the teller window. She quickly makes my desposit and I tell her that the drive through window says it's closed. She tells me she will tell someone to turn it on. So she calls over to the three standers behind the worker bees. One of them thanks me for letting them know. Um, your welcome.
I arrive at work a bit late. It's just another rainy day in my world. And after all, in the words of Scarlett Ohara..."Tomorrow is another day."