I had to get to the bank today. I've been putting off for days. I had to deposit some checks including my gracious $9.00 check for a days suffering at the hands of the Philadelphia court system.
I drive up to the bank and as I am turning the corner my tire scrapes the curb. This is why I can not have nice rims on my car. They will look like crap within the first 100 miles. As I hear vulcanized rubber on cement, I loudly blurt out "Bullocks!"
Did I forget to mention I was turning into the drive-through?
And those speakers? At my bank, they're two-way.
I pull up to the window to the sound of laughter. I looked up in the window and saw three tellers staring back at me with big ole grins on their faces. After I completed my transaction, I checked to make sure my tire was nowhere near the curb and drove away.
I swear I could still hear those employess giggling even after I left.