Yesterday we had to run to the bank (we sold a crib on KSL, and we got paid by check- go figure! Just another errand to run), and we went to the one on 9th East. As we pulled into the drive thru, I was telling Ian that this was my bank.
When we were spreading word that we were preggo, I mentioned it to my "friends" as I deposited my paycheck. When we found out we were having a girl, we celebrated as Ian and I made another deposit. Last week when I deposited some plasma money, the girl at the bank counter said, "ooh! You had your baby!!! How old is she now?!"
So yesterday, when we pulled into the drive thru and Ian knew the bank teller (they had a class together) it was no suprise. He asked, "what can I do for you today" and Ian responded with a classic, "give me all your money." We all had a good laugh and made our deposit. After a casual conversation, we got our receipt and pulled away. I looked at it and laughed hysterically.
I love my bank!!
When we were spreading word that we were preggo, I mentioned it to my "friends" as I deposited my paycheck. When we found out we were having a girl, we celebrated as Ian and I made another deposit. Last week when I deposited some plasma money, the girl at the bank counter said, "ooh! You had your baby!!! How old is she now?!"
So yesterday, when we pulled into the drive thru and Ian knew the bank teller (they had a class together) it was no suprise. He asked, "what can I do for you today" and Ian responded with a classic, "give me all your money." We all had a good laugh and made our deposit. After a casual conversation, we got our receipt and pulled away. I looked at it and laughed hysterically.
I love my bank!!
1 comment:
That is classic...and that is how we all feel. Great Story
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