Drive thru

Being another (relatively) beautiful day, I went for a nice long walk. Left Warden at home though, as I'm mad at him. He ate two sticks of butter that I forgot to put back in the fridge.

I had to go to the bank. My bank has one branch within walking distance. It is a drive-thru only bank. You can go inside only to do business transactions. I went inside.

"Mr. Jimenez, I can't handle your transaction. You have to go outside." This teller knows me well. He has only one eye, and always wears dark sunglasses.
"I'm on foot. It's impossible for me to drive thru."
"You can walk thru. It's okay." He didn't say this in a soothing sort of way.

Drive thru banking is so convenient that they spell it "thru". It's like microwave popcorn: not much faster, much worse for you, and not as delicious. I explained this to the man. "Drive thru banking is delicious," he said.

So I walked thru. I always feel foolish standing there, putting my checks in the tube, shooting them thru the pipes, cars lining up behind me. Stupid bank. Stupid convenience.