I used to love Fridays, the last two have been awful. This week it must be the misty conditions, although they create a great atmosphere and I know once the sun burns the mist away it’ll be a lovely windless day this one didn’t auger well. Instead of Fabulous Friday it’s been downgraded to Frosty Friday.
To make matters worse I had to go to the bank, that’s an ordeal, fortunately not on bended knees, cap in hand. This was just to get authenticated bank statements for a Visa. I’ve been a client of this particular bank for at least 35 years; things should run smoothly, I doubt I’m their worst client. When my personal banker burst out laughing and almost banged her head on her desk I knew something untoward was up. With a long manicured nail she swivelled that computer screen around, pointed at my profile and in particular my occupation. I had to lean right over and then had to give a huge lurch forward until I was flat on my tummy draped over her desk, nose to the screen when I almost choked. My occupation, according to this Institution is “BAR MAID”! No wonder I’ve never qualified for an overdraft.
Sometimes we have to believe “LIFE TASTES GREAT” even if it’s hard to swallow.