RANT ALERT
Just one more rant before I use up my two per day allotment. After my non-bran breakfast/lunch - I guess that would be brunch - I drove to my bank. (For those in the know, it's true that my bank is right across the street from Art's, but I was deep in thought about muffins and other important matters when I came out, so I forgot all about going.) As I was saying, I parked behind the bank and got a parking slip which the teller usually validates. Once inside, however, I saw a very long line to the tellers, so I decided to simply use the ATM out front, get some cash and leave. Which I did. On my way back out I stopped at a desk, explained what had happened and asked the person to validate my parking slip. She said, "I need to see your ATM receipt."
Now, maybe I'm too sensitive, but are we living in an age where a person can't be trusted to tell the truth about something as mundane as that? And, in fact, I said to the bank officer, "Why? Do you think I'm lying?" She just looked at me like I was speaking Dutch. It wasn't worth arguing about, so I tossed the receipt on her desk with as much Bette Davis attitude as I could muster. I don't think she knows who Bette is, so that was a complete waste.
...Oh for the good old days...