written by owen

Luck was with me today, and when my turn came, I was directed to the teller with the nice asset management skills. I puffed my chest out ever so slightly, and explained to her what I needed to do. She smiled. I smiled. Things were going well.

Then she just kept on smiling. She didn’t pick up a pen, nor did she grab a form to fill out. The silence grew thick with awkwardness. Maybe she didn’t hear me?

from a rant entitled Brain Transfer

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