The Mysterious Missing Full Moon…Part II

In my last post I left you with the visual of a 350 pound lavender spandex clad cyclist I met while running errands...and the story continues. First I want to give a special Shout-Out (I can’t believe I just said “shout-out”) to Maria Huffman. Maria is the 100th Networked Blogs follower to sign on. Thank you…WooHoo! I thought there should be some sort of gift or award for that, but what’s appropriate? Here’s what I decided. Maria, when I saw that the blog had reached 100 followers I did a little dance. So my gift to you Maria is that I am not going to let you see the video of the dance, which would cause you to have nightmares, which would cause stress and then you would un-follow the blog. So Maria, please enjoy not having to watch me dance and thank you!

Back to the story.

My next stop was the bank. I pulled up to the drive-through window and discovered that the canister for the money sucking tube thingy was missing. There were two tellers with their backs to the window chatting. I pressed the buzzer to get their attention, and one teller without turning around reached behind her and flipped me the “Wait a minute” finger. What? I waited a few seconds and pressed the buzzer again. The teller turned shooting me a look and said in a very curt voice, “Just…a minute!” and then she turned away again continuing her conversation with the other teller. Okay fine! I put the car in park, turned off the engine and got out to go around and enter the bank, leaving my vehicle at the drive-through window.

As I approached the counter, the “preoccupied” teller looked at me, looked back at my vehicle and proclaimed, “Hey, you can’t park there!” I took a deep breath and answered, “Well, I assumed that because you weren’t tending the window that I was indeed in a parking spot, so I came in. I simply want to make a deposit…you do accept deposits…right?” The teller processed my deposit silently and shoved the receipt back at me without making eye contact. She then turned and picked up the conversation with her co-worker. I stood there for a second a little aghast, and said,” Thank you…and you have a nice day as well!”

Alrighty…I am on the victory lap. A 2.5 mile straight shot for home, errands done and I’m good. Not so much. Traffic was heavy but moving. Just about a mile from home a very large, very expensive SUV shot across 5 lanes of traffic, nearly hitting at least 3 vehicles. The driver was blowing the horn and holding and arm out the window flipping all who looked on the bird. His path; from a liquor store parking lot, across the street into a drive-through fast food restaurant. At the next light I took a deep breath and wondered to myself how a double cheeseburger and a Vodka chaser could constitute an emergency…I dunno.

When I finally got home, I kissed and hugged the dogs and hid in the basement for a while.

I’m just saying.