The Embassy Part 2: Happy Hour, Bank Style

 Happy Hour at the bank would be Saturday morning, 9am sharp. Couples in their 90s flock to the bank just for the free coffee and donuts. They don’t peform any bank transactions. And I’m suspicious that some of them don’t even have accounts there. And they don’t want to be late or someone else will eat the apple danishes. Needless to say this was the busiest I’ve seen the bank- boy was it hopping! There was a line at the door waiting for us to open. A 92 year old man and I discussed the value of buying cars with ready cash. He told me a joke as well:
A man and a woman in their 60s meet a fairy, the fairy says “I’ll grant you each a wish”. The woman asks for a million dollars to travel the world. But the man asks for a woman 30 years younger than himself. So the fairy goes “poof” and the man becomes a 90 year old. The moral of the story I was told: fairies area always women.

To help pass the time-other than alternately counting the seconds on my watch and trying to avoid checking the time until at least 5 minutes had passed (I never made it past 1 minute)-I’ve started writing down what people say to me:      

                                                     
me: Have a nice day
man: kjdsfj ghoiehw
me: What?
man: Just wanted to see if you spoke Latin
(what he didn’t give me time to say was that I’ve studied French, Italian and Spanish.)

 

One woman in her 40s told me she wasn’t allowed to use the ATM-she’d gotten in trouble for it…”my husband yelled at me.”

 

man: oh I thought you were the new security guard-haha!
(what I don’t look tough?)

 

me: Would you like to hear about our new ATM features?
elderly man: I don’t use it…you’re pretty!