Monday, October 20, 2008

Why I Hate Going to the Bank

I received a check on Saturday for a whopping $12 for the 10 magnets that I did for New England Crafters. I finally got approved as an assembler, only I'm not allowed to do more than 10 at a time because they still don't like the way I cut the foam and because I used 8 mm beads on the poodle instead of 6 mm. Of course, they only sent me 8 mm beads and have yet to acknowledge my email telling them that they did so, but whatever. The fact is I got this tiny little check that I had to go put in the bank today.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, going to the bank meant going to the Bank of America ATM at the Kroger down the street. It would only take me five to ten minutes to deposit a check that way based on how much traffic and how long of a line that I encountered. Well, a year or two ago, Kroger decided to do away with my Bank of America ATM and open its own bank inside the store instead. Now I have to go downtown to deposit a measly $12 check.

The Atlanta suburb that I live in isn't as big as the residents would like you to think. Nevertheless, it takes you forever to get anywhere, especially if anywhere is located downtown. Apparently, one of the founding fathers thought that it would be a good idea to organize the town around a square-shaped mini-park. I'm sure the idea worked back in the day when there was just a few horses and buggies meandering around the square. Now, however, the idea pretty much sucks, mostly because it caused the current fathers to implement a one-way street system around the square. Nine times out of ten, the system requires you to drive clear around the world just to get to a building two doors down and creates rush-hour like traffic jams even in the off hours.

It took me 30 minutes to get to Bank of America and back earlier. I probably used up more money in gas than I ended up putting in the bank. Meanwhile, I now have a headache that I didn't have a few hours ago. I'm in a bad mood, and I think my real age, which I talked about in the previous post, went up a few notches. Oh, yea for me, but, hey, at least I found out that gas is down to $2.59 per gallon.
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