Two Minutes Too Late

I tried to make it to my bank tonight, but was two minutes past closing time. As I pulled into the drive thru another car was in another drive thru lane being helped. Although all of the aisles were marked closed, because the other car was there being helped I thought maybe the teller would take pity on me and help me out. Obviously someone was still there.
The bank branch closest to my house is a drive up only bank. There are screens next to each terminal instead of a large bay window where you see the tellers. So I hit the call button ready to give her my sweetest face and nicest smile...or ready to be ignored. She came on the screen immediately so I flashed her my smile thinking of course she was going to help me. And in a matter of one second I turned bi-polar. The bank teller flashed me her own kind of smile - not nice so much as evil bitch - and said "Sorry, we're closed." Then her face was gone replaced by the static screen welcoming me to my bank.
I have no idea if she could still hear or see me. In that moment I assumd she could and also assumed I was not going to get her to change her mind so opted instead for bitching at her. Or bitching at a blank screen as it was.

I know you're closed, but you're obviously there! I thought you could hook a girl up and take my money. You're a bank. You can't just do your job a few minutes past closing time! Heaven forbid you stay a few minutes late.

Then I pulled away, pissed that this teller wouldn't help me, but satisfied that I had somewhat let her know how I feel. Or at least let the blank screen know.

Still mad and pulling up to the next intersection I yelled, "That's ridiculous!" Obviously a term I must say too much out of anger because my 5 year old immediately piped up from the back seat. "I didn't do it!" Oops. Kind of forgot about the kids in the car. That's why I was late to begin with. That and the fact that I work at the one place on Earth that doesn't offer direct deposit. My son then continued the rest of the way home to repeat my complaints. I tried to turn it into a life lesson about working hard and understanding people's needs and being considerate of those needs. He just kept repeating, "She needs to do her job. She wasn't being very nice."

I'd switch banks except I'm lazy and they have their ATM machine set to a British voice. I just love to hear her tell me my transaction is PRO-cessing.

It's the little things in life.