2006
03.13

So, Molly called and asked me to stop by our bank on my way home. They had prepared another of the thousand documents needed by the one or another of the agencies and organizations we are working with. (Many of these documents are notarized letters that say we are “members in good standing” of various groups and communities) So, I left work at 5:00, headed around the corner to our bank, and parked in the lot.

As I walked up to the door, I scanned for the ‘Hours’ placard. I found it just as I was tugging on the already locked door… open ‘til 5:00 on Mondays. Almost immediately I heard someone approaching the door from the inside. I took a step back and waited for it to open. Three people emerged, including what I assume was an office of the bank…

Big Brown Guy: You guys are closed, huh?
Little Suburban Woman: Yup…
BBG: Dang… ok, thanks.
LSW:
BBG: Actually… I was just coming to pick up a letter… My wife dropped it off earlier…
LSW: I’m not sure what letter that would have been… the drive through is still open.
BBG: It had to do with an adoption…

Apparently, ‘adoption’ is a magic word. It got me into a bank branch manager’s office after hours. It also got me a brief story about her brother’s international adoption. Well, I got the letter and made it home just in time for Molly’s super-fly burritos (with fresh home-made salsa, home-made hummus, and some big @$$ tortillas)

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  1. Charles says:

    Man, those were some good burritos

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