...continued on Get Rich Slowly...I went to the credit union today to deposit my Christmas bonus. I waited my turn behind a boy who was about four years old. In one hand he held a wad of cash, and in the other he held his account information. His parents watched from the side of the lobby.
“Why, hello,” said the teller when she saw the boy. He walked purposely to the counter. She leaned over and looked down at him. “What can I do for you?” she asked.
“I need to make a deposit,” he said. He stood on tip-toes, reaching up with the money and the account information.
“You need a stool,” the teller said, laughing.
Yeah, that.
Oh and one more thing: everyone else knows. We were talking about it just before you came in.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Holiday Warm-Feeling Funtime.
I'd hate to be remembered as an angry young man, so here's a little penance for all the virtual yelling I've done today. These sound like awesome parents.
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