Teal_LTXZ
10-10-2009, 03:37 PM
Saturday, October 10th, 2009 (this is very long)
It's about 11:10am, and I decided I should go to the local Chase Bank just a few blocks from the house. I walk inside, it's a little packed. I get to the main counter and the lady says, "That's not something I can do. Let me get a Personal Banker with you. Just take a seat in the waiting area." So, I wonder my sleepy little butt over to the chairs. I've got a teal beanie covering my morning do, and a huge hoodie instead of a jacket to keep me warm. I pick the one chair that's in the corner cuz it's the furthest away from any other. (I dont' like it when there are 6 other open seats, and people "choose" to sit right next to me, sharing their butt germs and bugs with everyone within breathing distance.)
The chair is blue, of course. But it's about an arms length away from the chair on my left, and on my right is the coffee cart. Anyways, so I'm sitting there, minding my own business, searching the forums on my phone while I'm waiting for a "Personal Banker" to assist me.
This lady walks in, sits in the chair on my left. I don't say anything, and all of a sudden .....
"Yeah I'm here trying to open a new account. Have you been waiting long?" says the lady. I respond with, "Only about 10 minutes."
She continues ... "I don't have a car, so my daughter's roommate drove me. She's having a baby. Her ultrasound was awesome. It's cool how much things have changed. I remember when I had her, and her brother and sister and I couldn't see anything on those ultrasounds. They're tryin to tell me this little grey pixel is my baby but you can't tell it's arm from its @$$. I wanted to see the 3D one's they do now, but my daughter said they're the more expensiv one. I told her I would pay for it, I want the first picture of my grand baby. My daughter's baby is so dramatic."
While she is telling me all this, she keeps touching my arm and throwing her hands all over the place. It looks almost like she's on a wild ride. But there are no seats or harness keeping her strapped down. I smell stale cigarette's and alcohol ...
"She's been living with this guy for 7 years now and it's not his baby. I'm not the kind of Mom that tells her kids when she should tell people the right information they deserve to hear. I'm not gunna tell her to tell him right now, you know what I mean? She's 4 months along and just told him last night. He's known all along that she was pregnant. But he had no idea it wasn't his. I moved back here to be with her when my husband passed away, my daughter took it pretty hard. They gave her depression pills but I told her not to take them while she is pregnant. She should, but I don't know what it will do to the baby. I don't live with them anymore, I moved out and stay with my boyfriend. It's a decent house, and the landlord and his girlfriend who is now his ex-wife live with us too. I went out with my daughter after the ultrasound and bought $60 worth of crochet stuff. Lots of yarn and books and needles. This is my first Grand baby and it's a girl. We know it's a girl because of the ultrasound. Her leg was all the way past her head!"
She's now sitting in the chair, holding her leg over her head to show me just how high this little 4 month young unborn baby is laying insider her daughter's belly. About to fall out of the damn chair ...
"I was all excited to show everyone when I got back to my boyfriends house. The landlords girlfriend and daughter were there so I showed them too. The daughter of the landlords girlfriend was all excited for me to start crocheting. But her mom kept givin me mean looks. I think it's because shes philapino (spelling), the daughter isn't full shes also white. She's lucky cuz she looks like her dad instead of that philipino thing of a mother. I felt there was some hostile attitude as I am showing everyone what I bought. So I went to the bedroom, and my boyfriend lays this on me. ""Quorkie (the philapino) is mad at you for sleeping with her boyfriend (the landlord)."" I was all like wait, what? I'm no sleeping with anyone. He's all like, ""Well, then why don't you answer the phone I gave you when I call?"" I don't answer cuz I always have it on silent cuz I don't like those things. He got all mad at me and slammed the door as he left. I'm not the type to take that so I wanted to leave. But I don't have a car or anything so I didn't know what to do. So I moved ..."
Luckly, at that point the "Personal Banker" came out and asked who was next. Instead of putting someone else thru all that, I told her to go ahead since she had a ride waiting for her. I have all day to sit in the blue chair. "You're such a doll, thank you so much." Ahhh, peace and quiet. Now back to my forum reading ... Not even 5 minutes later ...
"I just wanted to come out and let you know how my story ends. So I moved out this morning to a new house. After I got all my stuff in they told me they're being EVICTED. So now what am I going to do? I don't have a car, a place to stay, and I don't wanna be involved in my daughter's drama at their house. And, they won't let me open an account here cuz I guess my late husband's credit was shot. I thought your credit goes away after you die? *chuckles*"
All I could think of saying was ... "I wish you the best of luck with everything and I hope it all works out for your daughter as well."
She leaves the Bank, and the "Personal Banker" comes to get me. We get to her little cubicle of an office and she says, "I'm worried about her driving." I respond, "Dont' worry, she's a passenger." With a smile. The "PB" says, "Good. It's one thing when you can smell alcohol on someone's breath, but when they come right out and tell you they're already drunk ... That's not a good thing." Again, I reply. "Yeah I know what you mean, I just got an ear full of her life's story before she came in here." The "PB" just laughed and started working on Business I came to attend to.
I remember her saying something about getting stoned while telling me the story about the ultrasound but I don't recall where it was and how it was said. I think I was :jest: inside!
The End!
It's about 11:10am, and I decided I should go to the local Chase Bank just a few blocks from the house. I walk inside, it's a little packed. I get to the main counter and the lady says, "That's not something I can do. Let me get a Personal Banker with you. Just take a seat in the waiting area." So, I wonder my sleepy little butt over to the chairs. I've got a teal beanie covering my morning do, and a huge hoodie instead of a jacket to keep me warm. I pick the one chair that's in the corner cuz it's the furthest away from any other. (I dont' like it when there are 6 other open seats, and people "choose" to sit right next to me, sharing their butt germs and bugs with everyone within breathing distance.)
The chair is blue, of course. But it's about an arms length away from the chair on my left, and on my right is the coffee cart. Anyways, so I'm sitting there, minding my own business, searching the forums on my phone while I'm waiting for a "Personal Banker" to assist me.
This lady walks in, sits in the chair on my left. I don't say anything, and all of a sudden .....
"Yeah I'm here trying to open a new account. Have you been waiting long?" says the lady. I respond with, "Only about 10 minutes."
She continues ... "I don't have a car, so my daughter's roommate drove me. She's having a baby. Her ultrasound was awesome. It's cool how much things have changed. I remember when I had her, and her brother and sister and I couldn't see anything on those ultrasounds. They're tryin to tell me this little grey pixel is my baby but you can't tell it's arm from its @$$. I wanted to see the 3D one's they do now, but my daughter said they're the more expensiv one. I told her I would pay for it, I want the first picture of my grand baby. My daughter's baby is so dramatic."
While she is telling me all this, she keeps touching my arm and throwing her hands all over the place. It looks almost like she's on a wild ride. But there are no seats or harness keeping her strapped down. I smell stale cigarette's and alcohol ...
"She's been living with this guy for 7 years now and it's not his baby. I'm not the kind of Mom that tells her kids when she should tell people the right information they deserve to hear. I'm not gunna tell her to tell him right now, you know what I mean? She's 4 months along and just told him last night. He's known all along that she was pregnant. But he had no idea it wasn't his. I moved back here to be with her when my husband passed away, my daughter took it pretty hard. They gave her depression pills but I told her not to take them while she is pregnant. She should, but I don't know what it will do to the baby. I don't live with them anymore, I moved out and stay with my boyfriend. It's a decent house, and the landlord and his girlfriend who is now his ex-wife live with us too. I went out with my daughter after the ultrasound and bought $60 worth of crochet stuff. Lots of yarn and books and needles. This is my first Grand baby and it's a girl. We know it's a girl because of the ultrasound. Her leg was all the way past her head!"
She's now sitting in the chair, holding her leg over her head to show me just how high this little 4 month young unborn baby is laying insider her daughter's belly. About to fall out of the damn chair ...
"I was all excited to show everyone when I got back to my boyfriends house. The landlords girlfriend and daughter were there so I showed them too. The daughter of the landlords girlfriend was all excited for me to start crocheting. But her mom kept givin me mean looks. I think it's because shes philapino (spelling), the daughter isn't full shes also white. She's lucky cuz she looks like her dad instead of that philipino thing of a mother. I felt there was some hostile attitude as I am showing everyone what I bought. So I went to the bedroom, and my boyfriend lays this on me. ""Quorkie (the philapino) is mad at you for sleeping with her boyfriend (the landlord)."" I was all like wait, what? I'm no sleeping with anyone. He's all like, ""Well, then why don't you answer the phone I gave you when I call?"" I don't answer cuz I always have it on silent cuz I don't like those things. He got all mad at me and slammed the door as he left. I'm not the type to take that so I wanted to leave. But I don't have a car or anything so I didn't know what to do. So I moved ..."
Luckly, at that point the "Personal Banker" came out and asked who was next. Instead of putting someone else thru all that, I told her to go ahead since she had a ride waiting for her. I have all day to sit in the blue chair. "You're such a doll, thank you so much." Ahhh, peace and quiet. Now back to my forum reading ... Not even 5 minutes later ...
"I just wanted to come out and let you know how my story ends. So I moved out this morning to a new house. After I got all my stuff in they told me they're being EVICTED. So now what am I going to do? I don't have a car, a place to stay, and I don't wanna be involved in my daughter's drama at their house. And, they won't let me open an account here cuz I guess my late husband's credit was shot. I thought your credit goes away after you die? *chuckles*"
All I could think of saying was ... "I wish you the best of luck with everything and I hope it all works out for your daughter as well."
She leaves the Bank, and the "Personal Banker" comes to get me. We get to her little cubicle of an office and she says, "I'm worried about her driving." I respond, "Dont' worry, she's a passenger." With a smile. The "PB" says, "Good. It's one thing when you can smell alcohol on someone's breath, but when they come right out and tell you they're already drunk ... That's not a good thing." Again, I reply. "Yeah I know what you mean, I just got an ear full of her life's story before she came in here." The "PB" just laughed and started working on Business I came to attend to.
I remember her saying something about getting stoned while telling me the story about the ultrasound but I don't recall where it was and how it was said. I think I was :jest: inside!
The End!