I’m staring out through the glass door at the little group of people that have already gathered in front of the doors, waiting for us to open.
With all the rain and flooding these days, one would think that the banking hall would be empty…
…. But nope! Clock hits 8.
The clients rush in like they’re late.
I haven’t even had the chance to sip my coffee, mate!
Mr. Pompous heads to me with “hello, what’s the rate?”
“It has fallen sir; it is 10.8.”
He puffs his chest out, stands up straight…
“I’m moving my money to another fund; he declares...It cannot wait.”
I roll my eyes inwardly… “to purchase shares, it’s actually the best date.”
She’s got lovely eyes- caramel brown.
“I can’t believe I got married to that clown!”
“We have a joint account and he has spent OUR money on that slut down town!”
“Can you believe I paid for our entire wedding and my wedding gown?”
“I don’t mean to mix you in Miss. Banker, but close the account. He let me down.”
He winks at me and slowly strokes his chin.
He sizes me up, his eyes full of sin.
He’s about to start the long process of opening an account to my chagrin.
I work quickly…set up the account and pass him his pin.
He thanks me…and as he leaves, he passes me his card with a sheepish grin.
He shouts; “You people are getting bolder!”
He’s fuming…the air-condition suddenly feels colder.
“I’ve called many times…you people have lost my folder!”
“If talking isn’t helping, you must experience aggressive force exposure!”
Damn…. Sips… lol scratch that… coffee’s gone cold.
Miss. Confused walks in timidly.
“Could you tell me what goes on here? Please put it simply.”
I start to explain but she interrupts with questions that begin..and end at infinity.
Her lack of understanding makes her nervous and then she starts to get giggly.
I don’t want to lose it; but…. “Please take your time, stop interrupting and listen to me.”
In walks a psychiatric patient.
His face is drawn in and he is tall and gaunt.
He must have been able to pass the guards when his condition was latent.
It is hard to miss the smell though; it is so blatant!
He begins to shout and threaten…lol! C’est très intéressant!
But me, I’m scared. Off I run before he pulls a stunt!
In summary I meet different characters on a daily basis.
Some make me happy and some make me mad. Gotta face it.
Some may look down on me, and others make me feel like I’m famous.
A number of them are gracious and quite a few, I find rather audacious.
They teach me daily how to exercise restraint and patience..
…And I do consider them my personal “experience oasis”.
Because, truth be told, these are the very characters I will meet on my way to greatness…
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