Ha!

Eleven years ago, back before the days of auto-transfer everything, I pulled up to the bank drive through intending to make a loan payment.  I had the cash clipped to the coupon.  I tucked it securely into the carrier and sent it on its way.  A moment later the teller asked where the money was for the payment.  I’m sure I said something stellar at first, like huh as I knew it was attached and included.  She repeated the question, stating that all she received was the coupon.

On and on it went from there, as you might imagine.  I am one hundred percent certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I sent it through the tube.  She insists I didn’t.  I was so positive I requested them to review the tape of me assembling the carrier.  After longer than it should have taken, the manager credited my account since I’d been a good and loyal customer for almost fifteen years.  When I pushed on why they weren’t interrogating her instead of me but I was ignored.  It was however, the last time I ever saw her there.

The outcome was that even though I had done nothing other than attempt to make a loan payment in the same manner I had been for several years I was banned from using the drive up.  Yes, treated like a damn criminal for doing something as sinister as trying to be responsible and pay my bills.  Punishment – indefinite.

Today I had a whole slew of errands to do, including making a small deposit.  It had been a few years since I attempted the drive up and I was very busy so I gave it a try.  Nope.  Still forbidden, have to come inside.  Which made me extremely angry.  So when the teller who has been there the entire time I’ve been banking there asked how I was I responded honestly.  I guess I looked and sounded as furious as I was because her boss joined us almost instantly.  I explained my outrage and was promised the matter would be reviewed.

An hour later the supervisor called me.  The ban has been lifted.  I am no longer condemned to parking and standing in line for minor transactions.  I was very well behaved and thanked her politely.  Aren’t you proud of me since you know that’s not at all

what I was thinking?

From my Yard

End of the Poppies

Inside an Iris

Poppy Pods in Sepia

Uh Oh!

Yesterday, one.  Today, seven.  Yes, I ate a few before I took the pic.  Tomorrow, 492.  Evil, I tell you.  Evil.

The Evilness has Begun

Howie!

The Wonder Car not only takes me to and fro but doubles as the best gardening assistant I could ask for.  He totes the pretties!  I was going to take him up and down the aisles at Glick's Greenhouse instead of using one of their wagons but he's just a tad bit too wide.

Vacation!

I know, I know.  I'm a bad blogger this week.  But I'm on vacation from work so I've been out and about doing this and that instead of here.  I did hear something today that I thought I'd post to keep you entertained until I return.  Click here to read the article and then please, do not try this at home.in

If you're having a bad day and are thinking you've done the dumbest thing ever, trust me, you have not.  This guy did!  One question - What the hell was he thinking?

Planting Season!

This is what I did today. 

For those of you in the Reading area these flowers came from the Master Gardener plant sale at the Berks Ag Center. It runs til 7 tonight and from 9-1 tomorrow. Lots of pretty things! Annuals, perennials, shrubs, bushes, veggies and herbs. Go get some!

Escape!

Fist poppy of the year and it chose to climb through the fence and bloom in my neighbor's yard.

Dumb, Dumb, Dumb

Finally, after ignoring them for mrph mrph years, I couldn’t stand it and took down the curtains in my kitchen and dining rooms in order to wash them.  Dust everywhere!  Poor Beau had never witnessed this task before and was highly concerned.  So much so that he was agitated and  talking to me straight through the entire cleaning process, windows, sills, walls, until they returned to what he thinks is their rightful place at the windows.

Do you know what I remembered when I was three quarters finished rehanging them?  I hate having curtains on those windows!  I only got them when the bastard I let live in my house for far too many years insisted.  Without them, it’s bright and cheerful.  With them, even though they are white and gauzy happy balloon curtains covering only the top half of the windows, it gets dim and dreary.

I never saw the need for them.  Still don’t.  The house that those windows face has shades pulled down to within four inches of the sills with drapes that cover all but the center ten inches of window.  And they’ve been like that since I moved in twenty-five years ago.  I seriously doubt those neighbors will suddenly alter their routine.  They just aren’t like that.

But, since I had already gone to the effort of washing the blasted things and was nearly finished reinstalling them, I let them stay.  For now.  I did however, warn Beau that this was the last time I’d be doing so.  Next time they get dusty enough to bother me they’re going straight into the trash and he’ll have to learn to deal with it.

Lookee!

I'm so excited!  After 20 years my holly bush is making berries for the first time!