So I’m at the bank depositing a check when, at the end of the transaction, the teller asks, in the depths of her professional rut: “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
Now people learn, after just a few transactions with me, not to ask such questions but this woman has never served me before and, thus, has no idea just what kind of ass is on the other side of the glass.
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