Wednesday, December 30, 2009

At Citibank We Will Meet Accidentally.

I don't know why banks give out lollipops, but I enjoy it. Whenever I see a grown-up walking down the street with a sucker, I know they've just come from the bank-- because where else would an adult get such a sad looking lollipop? Actually, walking down the street with that cheap lollipop stick hanging out of your mouth is is like wearing a t-shirt that says, "Yes, Robber. I have cash." 

I've never really thought about that before. Maybe I should stop taking them. 

Anyway, I was at the bank filling something out at the counter and started sorting through the basket looking for a red.  Putting it in my pocket, I started to sort through again before taking another one. Looking over to the girl standing next to me, I smiled meekly, saying, "I'm that girl."

Shrugging her shoulders before grabbing a handful of suckers, she replied, "It's OK. I don't even bank here."


Anonymous said...

So does that mean you're going to start wearing a short skirt and a long jacket all the time? OR are you going to drive a white Chrysler La Baron? Both of which would be cool.

Jess said...

Nice! Cake still remains one of my favorite bands.

The Urban Backpacker said...

So American taxpayers shell out billions to help out the banks after Wall Street's collapse, and they're rewarded with lollipops?

That seems fair.

Next time just pick up the basket and say "I paid for this."

Jess said...

Great call.