There is a sign beside the door at the bank in the building where I work:
WELCOME
The other day I was rushing back to the office after lunch and I glanced up the street to the main entrance of the building and saw
at least 12 angry men crowded around the door - arguing! Normally I would just put my head down and plow through a situation like that but on this day I just didn't have the energy to deal with the perils of modern urban life.
That welcome sign just jumped out and begged me to duck in and cut through the bank. It would make getting into the building so uncomplicated...
At least that's what I had in mind until I was stopped in my tracks by the local rent-a-cops who obviously hadn't noticed the ruckus 100 feet up the sidewalk. "Do you have business in the bank, Ma'am?"
That adolescent in costume actually called me MA'AM! Seriously, he gave me no choice. I smiled sweetly, batted my lashes and told him a bare faced lie!
"Of course I do, Honey. Gotta get my banking done before I'm late for work. Thanks."
He actually opened the door for me. And I never looked back.
i wanna know what the 12 angry men were arguing about!
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