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Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
It is about 16 degrees this morning. I need to stop at the bank, and I got there at 10 minutes to 9. I try the door, because I can see all the people in there already. It's locked- and several look up and see me. I was left standing in 16 degrees until 9:01 when they finally opened.
Where the fuck is personal service or curtesy? I could see one women sipping coffee and eating a biscuit- others joking with each other- it's not like they were doing anything that would prevent them from letting me in. No secret cash counts or anything.
I stood, breaths huge clouds of smoke looking in at the sitting area, with several comfortable chairs. Why not let me in- they could ignore me until 9:01- just let me the fuck in.
And this was one of those supposed "personal service" banks for larger accounts. Fuck.
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It's 66 and sunny here. I may have erred in wearing a sweater, esp if I want to walk to the mall at lunch.
