What has become of the state of things? Today, the day after Columbus day, the banks and post offices are crawling with too many disgruntled employees leering down the myriads of unsatisfied stares. Is this a sign of the times? Why are people so rude to one another?
Today I cashed in the savings bonds which I have had since I was 2 years old...That\'s a lot of intereset. As you can imagine, it was quite the production.
Step 1: Remove Bonds From Safe Deposit Box
Stepping into the vault I noticed there was no attendee on duty. Ring \"5454\" for assistance a posted sign reads. Dial the number, no answer; not even a dial tone. Footsteps abound from the corner. \"Must be the attendant\" I think to myself. Nope, just some sordid character of a man replete in jogging pants. Of course he was instantly pissed off no one was there. It may have well been the end of the world in this guys head.
\"What the hell! Dont these people know how to do their Jobs?\"
See me, yes, I admit, I was in a rush and a little frustrated, but by no means is it my duty to automatically assume the worst, ostracize the employment, and tell them how to do their jobs. But for Jogging Pants Jerry, a man who probably has very little respect for himself, of course it is.
Well, after conversing with another old man (probably a WWII Vet, God bless is little heart), my concern was paliated; temporarily.
\"You know, this dumb bell outfit is a real bunch of hooplah. If I didnt have personal ties to this establishment of a Mickey Mouse bank, I would take my money out of here and find a better bank.\" - I was humored by his use of the word \"Dumbbell,\" and as a goodboy, I respect my elders.
Upstairs, bonds in hand, I wait about 10 minutes to get through the line exhausting the tellers; 3 woman and an obviously gay man impatiently awaiting lunch.
\"Hi, Id like to cash in these bonds please,\" I smiled.
\"Oh, well do you tink you could go to a personal banker over dere? Itsa much eesier, anda with alla dese people eets hard to help you.\" - Whatever, I went and waited.
\"Who is next?\"
This lady who had just walked into the bank, and knew I was there before here, put on a cute little smile and began to shiver her body with excitement. I gave her a cold knowing glance. \"Well, obviously you feel you deserve to go first you fucking idiot bitch,\" I told her with my eyes.
She put on a her cute \"Oh-I-guess-that\'s-me\" smile and waddled over to the cubicle like a castratated dog, knowing her pride was wearing thin.
It was now my turn, no one else waiting for \"personal bankers,\" no more problems.
Well, next thing you know, miss gray-haired-man-cut walks up to me in her red suit, her 10 cent smile, her pencil legs, and her utter distaste for what she has become; \"Who\'s Naaxt?\" she drawled, self loathing piss and moaning in the guise of a cheap smile.
At her desk: \"Well, I am just looking to cash in these bonds today,\" I said cheerfully with a smile.
\"Oh,Well That\'s niiice, if you could take these up to the teller they\'d be glad to help you.\" Her nasaly squeal pierced through any positive appendage, allowing hatred to flow freely.
\"I\'m sure they would be glad to help me, and in fact, they already have. They told me to come to you,\" she stared down at the bonds, shuffling them nervously through her brittle fingers. \"Um, yes, but we have customers and ah...\"
\"What the hell am I?\" I cut her off.
\"Ok,\" she tried out that blue light special smile once more \"If you could come back later, we would be glad to help you.\"
\"No, I will not come back later, I need this done today and I need it done now,\" I began to raise my voice.
\"Yes, well, there are lines and it is busy here, now if you would please excuse me, I need to take care of the customers.\"
\"Is this a joke?\" I laughed hysterically at the situation. I looked around the bank and asked everyone in the place if they understood what was happening. I sure as hell didnt. I am a customer of the bank; a patron. I was given the run around and to make matters worse this fucking bitch refused to do her job just because she didnt feel like it, because on this certain day it was a bit too tedious for her. Then ask yourself this lemonpie, \"Why the fuck did you choose spend your life wasting away working in a bank?\" I mean, is it my fault she hates her life?
\"Oh yeah, you are right, thank you! I must not be a customer anymore,\" my sarcasm was being spread like thickly churned butter as I lambasted this bitch and everyone in the institution with my disbelief in the absurdity of the sitution. Some fucking world.
Thankfully, a nice Indian \"Personal Banker\" took me to the side, cooled me down with a hot cup of coffee, and cashed in my bonds. $1400 worth of bonds accrued to $2600. Who would have thought? If it wasnt for the nice Indian lady, I too may have fell into on of the many traps instituted by this great rat race; thankfully, however, I was able to keep my pride today and take down the sicko creeps who are not satisfied with what their lives have become. Be nice and be friendly, otherwise sicko creeps will try and take advantage of you.
Hope you are well,
John Gockman
Any comments on my day after Columbus day excursion would be appreciated.
peachs:
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missdisfigured:
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