I went to the Bank at lunchtime today to pay in 2 cheques. I really should savour the experience of receiving money as opposed to it slipping through my fingers like water as it usually does! However, as usual the experience was teeth clenchingly and neck vein throbbingly infuriating.
There were 3 stations in the Bank where you could be served. Only 2 of them were manned (or womaned in this case). Why on a lunchtime are all 3 not in use? Where is the third person - on her lunch? Couldn't she go a bit later when things had quietened down a bit?
Anyway, I walk in and I am first in the queue. Two people are being served in front of me. A little old woman who clearly has all the time in the world, and a young Mother who doesn't seem to know where she is or what she is doing and also seems to have all the time in the world.
So not the best start. What makes it worse are the 2 dithering clowns serving them who seem to be encouraging all manner of slowness.
What are these people doing? All I want to do is pay in 2 cheques. Everyone in front of me seems to want to swap life stories or rummage in bags for something.
The minutes pass. I check my iPhone while I wait to try and hide my frustration. I do this a few more times. Still no one has budged. The little old woman is going on about the fact that she may not want to use her card when she is away next week. I am also starting to suspect that the young mother is actually a statue. Her baby looks as close to rage as I am.
Still the chit chat goes on and on and on. There are people behind me now. The bloke behind is standing too close to me. Don't you just hate that. I shuffle forward a few steps to reclaim my personal space. Thankfully he seems to get the message and keeps his distance.
Still no one moves. I start to wonder why places don't have a special fast lane for irritable IT Professionals with a limited amount of time to spare on their lunch break. I am starting to lose the will here!!!
Finally, the nightmare seems like it could be over. The little old woman seems close to making a move. Her business is concluded, but oh no - she lingers a bit longer to exchange final pointless pleasantries with the member of staff. Just wish her well for Gods sake and jog on woman!!!!!
At last, she goes! Now its my turn. Or is it. The member of staff stubbornly refuses to make eye contact with me so I dare not move off my line. Then the other bloomin woman behind the counter abandons the young Mother and comes over to her colleague to ask for some notes. I cannot begin to describe how long and unbearable this process is.
Finally she returns to her seat and the woman behind the counter beckons me over.
"Thanks for waiting" she says. These words feel so insincere to me and my response of "it's ok" was not really what I wanted to offer.
Anyway, my cheques are paid in, and she takes her own damn sweet time to do it for me in a final insult.
Phew, it's all over. Next, it's off to Asda! Could this lunchtime get any worse??
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