I needed to do something I haven’t had to do in a long, long time Thursday. Something old school. I actually had to talk to someone face-to-face. You know in person. Remember where you have to actually look at someone? I could even have touched the person if I wanted to.
-You see I needed to go into the bank to make an emergency deposit. I could have done it through the magic air waves but I was afraid it would take too much time. See, I have two banks, a habit I got into a long time ago after an unpleasant incident with some mis-appropriated funds. Right now I have no connection between these two banks and it would have taken time to do this.
One bank would need to make a deposit of a penny (about the only thing these are good for). The other bank would have to accept it and then send it back. In the past this could have taken up to a day. I didn’t have that much time. Instead I had to go to the first bank and withdraw some cash from the ATM. No contact needed here. I drove down the street to the second bank. This is where I started to sweat.
I mean, think about it. I sit at my desk all day and have very little, if any contact with another person. In our office we have no phones, other than our cell phones. Thanks to the local cable company that claims in their advertising to have a “we can do anything” approach. This means most of my contact with others is through email and text messages. Behind these two methods I can be anyone I want to be. Of course, so can’t the person I am communicating with.
Walking into the bank wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I was the first customer so I guessed I wouldn’t need to worry about anyone else listening in. Just like using the internet. I think the women behind the counter smiled at me but I wasn’t sure. She didn’t look like 😊. I was able to croak out a “Good morning” and with some difficulty told her I needed to make a deposit, but I didn’t know my account number. She said that wouldn’t be a problem. Then I braced my self for the question.
“Why didn’t I use the internet?” What could I tell her? Would I have to tell her the complete story? How I messed up and needed to get the money in the account right away? Or even the back story to why I do business with two different banks? What should I do?
I’ve some time now waiting for the court date. I should be able to beat the charge of inappropriate touching. I’ll let you know.
