Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
Read more Katy at
LateBoomer.net
Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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Checking Me Out
Yesterday I had an enlightening discussion with an eighteen-year-old teller at Bank of America.
The poor thing couldn’t imagine how I’d managed to acquire quite a number of small checks dating back several months. When I told her I just wanted to cash them, she said, “How do you not lose them? If someone were to write me a check, I’d have to cash it right away, or I’d never find it again.”
“Oh, that’s easy, ” said. “I have this little slot in my desk, and my uncashed checks go there. Then when I’ve got a respectable stash built up, I cash them all at once.”
Maybe it was the words “little slot” that got her, I don’t know. Looking back, she didn’t seem like the kind of girl who’d settled down enough to have cubbyholes. And her countenance definitely glazed over when I revealed my surefire system for holding onto pesky checks. I decided maybe I should clarify.
“When you get old,” I said, as she counted out my cash, “you develop all these regular routines and patterns for remembering stuff. You kind of find your groove…”
She met my eyes, but just for a moment, before shutting me down with a deadpan response. “Can’t wait.”
I found myself singing a Beatles’ song on my way out of the bank, smiling all the way.
“I was so much older then; I’m younger than that now…”
- These young people just have no sense of the curious! LOL
You're still a groovy chick, Katy.Posted by Suzan on 10/11/07 at 04:42 PM - Yeah, but you're a hottie, so I'm sure the clerk was simply jealous!
Posted by relevantgirl on 10/13/07 at 01:18 PM
- Suzan--Sing it with me now, "Slow down, you move too fast, you got to make the morning last, just kickin' down the cobblestones, lookin' for fun and feelin' GROOVY!"
Relevant Mary--Yeah, jealous. That's the ticket! Tee-hee. :)Posted by Katy on 10/15/07 at 01:22 PM - Yeah, I was floored when I carded a chick at the Chiefs game this past Sunday. She was born in 1986. I laughed as I told her that I was in college at that point and getting ready to get married. LOL. Talk about feeling old.... Of course I felt a little younger later when she came back for the fourth time, after purchasing 3 of my magnificent vodka/lemonaids, asking me for Tums. I've never needed those in my 40 years of life! Hee, hee.
Posted by Bridget on 10/16/07 at 04:28 PM
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