(Life can be stranger than fiction)
Today was my credit card’s dead-line,
there was only an hour to go.
I was in a strange part of the city
and my gas tank was getting low.
Then I saw it the Big Bank’s logo,
what a welcoming sight to behold.
I quickly scurried into the building,
but by the receptionist I was told,
“I’m sorry no bank tellers work here
So we can’t take your money or cheque.
The next branch can accept your payment,
so hurry and a receipt you will get.”
She gave me the address of the next branch;
I set off with it clutched in my hand.
The minutes were slipping by quickly,
it was later than I’d counted or planned.
The Calgary rush hour traffic was heavy,
It was making my journey quite slow.
I didn’t know the bank’s location,
so I thought on my cellphone I’d go.
Information gave me the Branch number
and I dialed it as quick as a wink.
It took a while to get through the menu
and my spirits were beginning to sink. |
Finally a voice said, “Can I help you?”
“Oh Sir!” I cried out with relief.
“Do I turn right or left at this corner?”
I was desperate and had to be brief.
He replied, “I’m in Montreal, Madame
I really don’t know your home-town.
I’ll transfer to someone who can help you.”
Was this for real or a joke by some clown?
I waited on my cellphone in polite silence
and finally a women’s voice came on.
She told me of marvelous investments,
then related the pros and the cons.
At the end of the recorded message,
as she pleasantly concluded her tune.
She wanted some ten digit number.
I only wanted the directions real soon!
So I hung up in utter frustration,
it was now eight minutes to six.
I’d have to rely on my own intuition
if I wanted this dilemma to fix.
~ ~ ~
I’m happy to say I made the deadline
and my payment was processed today.
Still I prefer personalized banking.
I guess I’m ‘stale-dated’ that way.
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~ J.E. Dyrholm ~
