Friday 30 Mar 2007

The other morning I had to go to the bank. I walked up at 8:55 am and there was one lady in front of me, so I stood there and waited. Before the bank opened the doors at 9 am, several other people showed up...including one mean-looking middle-aged lady who showed up around 8:59 am and then very subtly (but efficiently) made her way up the walkway, up the steps, and before anyone knew it she was right in front of the door. So when they opened it, in she went, theoretically cutting in line in front of all of us who had been there before her.

Now I know it's not the end of the world, but is it really that important to be the first one into the bank, even though they had four tellers working?

This is one of those things that I just let go, on the scene there, instead of verbally blasting this stupid person like I would have ten years ago. I guess I'm getting older.