Tomorrow has a calendar entry
How times have changed! This morning, the plan was simple and clear: go into town, catch a quick lunch, run a couple of non-urgent errands and then arrange with a local bank for an account. Simple and clear didn’t get much done.
The restaurant was closed. For the season, I think; a reopen date wasn’t on their list of apologetic terms. And the errands sort of went as errands always do, with a high degree of distraction. But, to my dismay, the real glitch came with the bank. I’ve opened a number of accounts over the years. Nothing to do with accumulated riches and everything to do with proximity. Keeping things local. In every instance, I was treated as an immediate, important opportunity. No Leacock Financial Career drama, ever. Until today. We were told that we would have to make an appointment and drive back down, tomorrow or another day. Seriously? If you (meaning the bank) had any local competition, we’d have passed your Go with our $200 and made friendly with somebody/anybody else. Now, tomorrow has a calendar entry.
We did have lunch, eventually, and were joined by passer-by friends (unlike friendly passers-by). A tasty club sandwich (AKA safety choice) and some better than usual coffee. Hey, maybe tomorow will have a similar surprise, and the routine of sunrise to sunset looking out the window will be altered.
South of here, Ms. Palin now supports Mr. Trump. If that doesn’t convince you of the futility of future existence, what does? I know, I know; their politics is not my concern.
