Bear with me a moment while I have my bad mood.

This morning I pulled into the drive thru window at one our the local Regions bank branches. I had to decide  which one of the four open lanes I would choose. Third one. Not another car in sight. I took off my sunglasses (because that’s what you’re supposed to do at banks now), I inserted my nicely organized deposits (one check per deposit slip neatly paper-clipped together) and sent it through the magic money tube. Five deposits on their way to be added to one of my accounts there.

The teller processed my deposits and politely asked if there was anything else I needed. “No thank you.” Then she informed me that there is a “three transaction limit” for the drive thru and that next time I could “put all the checks on one deposit slip.”

That’s nice advice, I guess, but I like do my deposits as one check per deposit slip. It makes my bookkeeping easier … because it’s all about me.

Maybe it’s me, when I heard “three transaction limit?” I thought “Really?” Then I thought OK” … I can see how that would be important during lunch hour when cars are stacked up in all four lanes with people needing to do business, get lunch and get back to work. Even at that, we’re talking deposits here. I wasn’t asking for my weekly paycheck to be cashed and counted out in fives and ones.

I’ll admit, it’s much more convenient for me to see things from my point of view than someone else’s. She didn’t enforce the policy, thankfully, but was it necessary to point it out? Maybe she thought she was doing me a favor so next time I wouldn’t have to fill out a separate slip for each deposit.

Forgive me for my poor attitude but I often think it’s unfortunate how sometimes people “doing their job” gets in the way of them “using their brain”.

There. It’s off my chest. I feel better now.

Watch out … grumpy old man (Mr Critical) on the loose.