Yesterday I went to the bank to deposit my first paycheck from my new job. I was quite proud of that check. It takes stamina to withstand temper-tantrum-throwing three-year-olds five days a week.
At most banks, the tellers can look up your account using your i.d. if you've forgotten to bring your account number. I've experienced being recognized by The Big City bank tellers, but only after many repeated visits. Yesterday was only the second time this particular teller had met me. She remembered me, although the first visit was a month ago and she's helped hundreds of other people since our first encounter. She didn't even ask for my i.d. Ahh! Small Towns are inviting sometimes.
I'll leave you with a Saturday funny. 'Tis the season for turkey talk.
"One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store. When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.
When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, 'Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!'
At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!"