Narz
keeping it real
I went to the bank yesterday to cash a check. I had biked to get there so I decided to sit for awhile and watch the financial news on TV. I put my bag down beside me and when I got up to leave I forgot it.
When I got home I realized I'd left my bag there. I checked my e-mail and did a couple small things around the house and then returned to retrieve it.
When I arrived the bank was locked. I recognized a man who worked there talking on a cell phone outside. He told me (and two other customers outside) that the bank was closed temporarily and would reopen shortly.
I told him I just wanted to go in and get my bag. He looked at me and then let everyone inside. I asked him what all the hub-bub was about and he said it was because I left my bag. I looked at him incredulously. "This was all because of me??"
. What a trip. I watched in amusement as the ten or so bank employees filed back inside (anyone else ever notice that feamle bank tellers are hot in a disproportionate amount to the everyday female population?).
I asked what they had done with my bag. He said no one had touched it (it might have exploded I suppose). I retrieved it quickly and went on my merry way.
No one really seemed mad at me, they were probably happy to get a short break from work.
Crazy world we live in these days.
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In seriousness, I feel grateful that that this particular run in with paranoid officials was merely comic and not tragic.
When I got home I realized I'd left my bag there. I checked my e-mail and did a couple small things around the house and then returned to retrieve it.
When I arrived the bank was locked. I recognized a man who worked there talking on a cell phone outside. He told me (and two other customers outside) that the bank was closed temporarily and would reopen shortly.
I told him I just wanted to go in and get my bag. He looked at me and then let everyone inside. I asked him what all the hub-bub was about and he said it was because I left my bag. I looked at him incredulously. "This was all because of me??"

I asked what they had done with my bag. He said no one had touched it (it might have exploded I suppose). I retrieved it quickly and went on my merry way.
No one really seemed mad at me, they were probably happy to get a short break from work.
Crazy world we live in these days.

In seriousness, I feel grateful that that this particular run in with paranoid officials was merely comic and not tragic.
