Friday, January 25, 2008

People at the Bank are Douches

I took a lovely trip to the bank today to deposit the paycheck I received over a week ago and actually had a great time. I like to do the drive through because, well standing isn't always for me. Plus, you can still listen to tunes while in line...

As depicted in the sketch below (professionally done), there are 2 drive through windows. When I pulled up, both were occupied. I decided to not make a commitment on which window to use because I wanted the next free one. No need pulling up to #1 if #2 would be the next available window. I was next in line, I feel I should have the choice. (pro-choice)

So this "manly dude-man" in a "hot" mustang pulls up behind me and starts honking and waving his hands as to indicate that I needed to choose a lane. Not only did I need to make this life-changing decision, but I needed to do it NOW! As I sort of threw my hands up with the "eh I don't wanna" gesture he inched closer and started rev-ing his engine. Big balls this guy has. I did not panic or feel rushed as I knew I was next.

So finally drive through #1 opened and I pulled up to the squak box and the mustang raced into #2's lane only to wait behind the individual still be helped by the nice lady inside.

(Though Experiment ... simple thought experiment: what if the person in #2 was doing something that took tons of time and I were to finish before them? Then mustang bro would basically get bumped to 3rd in line instead of his original 2nd spot )

This did not happen though, and it wasn't life altering either. So now I'm side by side with the broseph causing all this rucus, and perhaps, damage to his engine. I put the passenger window down and he got all heated.
"Pick a lane?!"
"Well I was waiting next for the next open window..."
"You have two cars behind you, there's a line!"
"Both windows were full so I decided to wait."
"(Something inaudible, realizing he's douche)"
"It's not taking any longer for you get served."
"whatever" (puts his arm in front of his face as to block the conversation)
"Thank's for your patience today, Sir!"

How does this horribly slow and dull story end? He drives his car onto Rockville Pike when finished and is immediately slammed into by a semi-trailer and dies on impact!

Actually I don't know, because I was gone when he finished because I waited for the next open window!

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