We went through the drive through at the credit union. I needed to put the cash in for our close that is happening at the end of the month. Gave myself some extra time, cause I knew it might take time to clear.
At the bank, my husband was talking to the teller, who I could not see, from my cozy passenger location. She says is "the Mrs. there?" I popped over in my spot so she could see me. We were in lane two. She said "Oh, I was thinking about you recently. Blah Blah. How are you both?" The normal question came up. Are you still biking? People always ask that. Do they ask you guys too? Is biking so strange? Lots of people have fascination with the sport, but always say they could never do it. Interesting.
So, my check had to get a hold and she had to call the manager. It wasn't THAT big. A bank can't handle a few tens of thousands? It wasn't 100.
It was cute how we went to a local place. The person working there, used to work at my old bank. Small town. I love this. I was supposed to put my ID in the suck tube thing, but I didn't. She just made me lean over from my spot,