Katy McKenna Raymond  
Personal blog of christian writer Katy McKenna Raymond in Kansas City, Missouri

Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri


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Desperate Housewife

I'm not the kind of woman who puts on make-up to make a run to the grocery store, even if I'm crossing the state line into Kansas, into one of the most prosperous counties in the nation.

The car I'm driving looks like it's been around the block a few times. Technically, of course, it has, but the blocks end way before you get to our house, which sits at the end of a long gravel driveway. Gravel is mighty hard on cars.

I guess I don't fit the visual profile of a woman who might have a few bucks tucked away, I don't know.

All I know is that yesterday was payday for our company, (n)genuis media, inc. So I had a good-sized check from a client to deposit to our business account, and then paychecks drawn on our business to deposit to our personal account. I also had a large check deposit "pending," which I needed to ask about. If the funds were available, I would be able to pay some additional bills.

So I asked the teller to check my balance. She did, scribbled down an amount on a piece of paper, announced OUT LOUD AND LOUDLY the amount of money available in my account, and then looked me up and down a couple of times.

I must have looked like I was about to hit every WalMart in the metro and snarf up all their Sudafed so I could start a crack lab in my basement or something. After all, this is Missouri, and I believe that most years, we're voted Crack Lab Capital of the Universe.

When the teller could restrain herself no longer, she finally asked, "Do you have plans for this money?"

Downright intrusive, don't you think? It's not like I was making a huge withdrawal, after all--it was a deposit!

I packed up my purse and hightailed it out of there pretty fast, but not before I thought I saw her foot reach for the panic button on the floor.
Posted by Katy on 05/03/05 at 07:35 AM
Fallible Comments...
  1. hmm, were you in Belton, by any chance?
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    Posted by Carrie  on  05/04/05  at  09:52 PM
  2. I can't believe the teller actually said that. You should have said "Yes actually, I plan to go to my villa in Fiji. I'll send you a postcard B!" Pardon my language, sometimes the word just applies. Anyway, I have carrie pics up on my flickr site. www.flickr.com/photos/lynnell/
    Posted by Lynnell  on  05/05/05  at  06:33 PM
  3. It isn't crack, it is meth.
    Posted by Porkgod  on  05/09/05  at  05:19 PM
  4. Carrie--Girl, I was in Leawood! But I looked too shabby to be in that neighborhood with any legitimate business, I'm afraid. :)

    Lynnell--I couldn't get to your pics, for some reason. I'll try again! Hey, will you be at Carrie's grad party? Hope so.

    Pork--You are so right. I knew that, but I misspoke. Thanks.
    Posted by Katy Raymond  on  05/11/05  at  01:50 PM
  5. yes I will be at carrie's grad party. The site again is www.flickr.com/photos/lynnell
    Posted by Lynnell  on  05/12/05  at  10:51 PM
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