Thursday, January 19, 2006

Texas Longhorns...

Yesterday I pulled into the drive through at the bank and saw the strangest thing. There is no window there, the room with the teller is elsewhere and there are just two lanes with the tubes and television screens to talk to the clerk when it's your turn. There was a car in the left lane, with two heifers standing outside of it. Both doors of the car were closed. The trunk was open and it appeared that most of what these two lovely ladies owned was there, in that trunk. Pillows and purses and bags... The whole person of one of the ladies blocked the back of the car so I was unable to see what state they might be from. The second lady was outside the driver's side of the car pacing up and down and smoking a cigarette. I was a little uneasy. In fact, it was so strange that I almost drove on through and went to a different branch of my bank. Something made me stop. Surely there wouldn't be terrorists with a car bomb at MY bank. There was a new teller and it took forever. Cars started lining up behind me, as heifer 1 kept on a rummaging and heifer 2 kept on pacing and a smokin'... Something about them just didn't FEEL RIGHT. I waited and watched as smokey heifer used the fingerprint pad and marked her check... ah! They definitely aren't from around here. At least they were doing legitimate business and not going to blow up me and my bank and half the downtown part of our little itty bitty town. The teller finally sent them a packet of cash back down the tube and switched to me. Smokin Heifer got into the driver's side of the car. Rummagin' Heifer made several attempts to shut the trunk, which by now was overflowing with personal belongings out the sides. "Just slam it really hard!" Shouted smoking heifer from inside the car. I guess it worked. The other gal got in the passenger side of the car. It took six tries of cranking the key before their car would start. It was a buick le sabre. Newer model. Dark grey. Just as the teller sent the tube back with my deposit receipt they finally pulled out of the lane and I was able to see their license plate. It was a handicapped Texas plate (clearly neither of these ladies were handicapped however.) They made a left turn out of the driveway shot down the main street and into the parking lot of the casino next door. I hope they had better luck there!

6 Comments:

Blogger dorothy rothschild said...

I'll bet an interesting story is behind all that.

11:08 AM  
Blogger Mel said...

Stupid Texans! ;) LOL I'm glad they didn't do anything too sketchy and that you managed to get through your banking okay.

Yes February 11th is a good day for both of us!

11:39 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

Sadly people who are morbidly obese can apply for a handicap tag. walking with all the weight is hard on the joints.

Didnt piss me off any less though to see them in the spots after my dad had a stroke and actually NEEDED that space bc he was in a wheelchair or using a walker. I dont care if they legally had the tag or not, my dad had more right the the space then them.

12:38 PM  
Blogger JUST A MOM said...

You do know there are many ways to be handicaped,,,,, hahaha you can get goverment money for alot of reasons these days. Maybe I should check them out hahhaaaaaa

1:33 PM  
Blogger Me said...

They went to the casino! LOL.

PS:
I've never had to do a fingerprint thingy. Guess our banks here don't do that yet.

2:58 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

Mike - They were most suspicious!

Dottie - I wish I'd had time to follow them and see if they won anything!

Val - they really weren't doing anything wrong...

Mel - I know all Texan's aren't like that ...I married one!

Sara - You're right.

Jaye - LOL nope. I do SS appeals regularly here at work. You don't qualify.

Merrit - I'm gonna have to go find out where you are from, I don't remember! LOL

3:17 PM  

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