Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is hot to trot. Has her granny panties in a wad. Had a knot jerked in her tail. Her chain yanked. Her parade rained on. A fly got into her ointment. A bee into her bonnet. She's mad as not-heaven, and she's not gonna take it anymore!
Here's the deal. If your business hours are from 8:00 until 5:00, you need to be open at 8:00.
I had places to go and a person to see this morning. My best ol' ex-teaching buddy Mabel was meeting up with me for breakfast. Before that, I had to drop some paperwork off at my sister the ex-mayor's wife's house. And The Pony off at school, from which I was absent on a sick day that started out to be a jury day until the case was called off.
I had just enough time to run by the bank to withdraw our weekly cash allowance from the ATM. Sis told me she thought the drive-thru should already be open at the bank. Even though she uses a different bank, one that does not have a drive-thru.
The time was 7:57 when I was counting my cash. I decided to wait three minutes so I could make a deposit with the #1 son's tuition reimbursement check (how I love to type those words!), which would save me a trip back to that end of town later. I waited. There were two cars parked in front of the bank, and another beside the church where the bank rents parking space for the workers.
The lights went on up under the drive-thru awnings. The lights were on inside the building. I was sure the drive-thru opened at 8:00, but there was no sign around back declaring that fact. I drove down the back alley and through the church lot and back into the bank lot. The green arrows were not lit up! I drove through the drive-thru. The blinds were still down over the big drive-thru window the workers use to look out.
DARN THOSE VIXENS!
I KNOW they were supposed to open at 8:00! I looked it up later. The time was by cell phone. EVERYBODY'S official time. They were just playing passive aggressive with me. I had to leave. For all I knew, they might drag it out for 20 more minutes.
I guaran-DARN-tee you that at 5:00, they don't stay open until 5:03.
2 comments:
I'm sure they were hiding behind the blinds, peeking out at the customers who were waiting.
This is one of my (many) pet peeves. People who are not prompt when opening up a business in the morning.
You need to send them a message, letting them know how disgruntled you are. What kind of "message" could you send them?
Sioux,
I KNOW! Peepers gonna peep!
I would, perhaps, send them a nonverbal message. After all, they can't hear me behind that big picture window, but they can sure see me through the blinds...
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