This morning when I pulled up to the station I went into my console to grab some change out of my “change cup” and noticed I didn’t have any change at all. When it comes to parking money, I’m already behind the eight ball this morning, seeing as I borrowed 50 cents from one of our girls here to make up the difference for yesterdays parking. Instead of $2.50, now I need $3.
Oh well. I’ll just head over to the bank at 9 and grab $20 worth of change, which will get me even with Denise and give me a good head start on next weeks parking fees.
The good news is my bank is less than half a block from the radio station. The bad news is, changing $20 isn’t as quick and painless as one would think.
Every time I’ve tried to pull off this seemingly quick and easy bank transaction, it always turns into a 10 minute affair. Even at 9 in the morning I’m never the only one in line. Usually I’m fourth or fifth in line and the people in front of me always seem to take forever to do whatever it is they’re doing. One time a guy wanted to cash a cheque, but had no identification on him. He hummed and hawed for a good five minutes until the cashier found out the guy didn’t even have an account at the bank. Goodbye five minutes on that one! Another guy was in the hole for $33 on his account, but still wanted to withdraw $100. Wow. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Hats off to the ladies working the counter. They are very patient. If that was me, I’d be reaching out across the counter trying to strangle some of these characters.
All the while I’m waiting in line checking my watch. I don’t have all morning. I have to back on air at about 9:10 and all I want is $20 in toonies and loonies.
I usually grab my parking change from the grocery store. I’ll get an extra $20 when I pay for my groceries and the ladies will give me the money in change. Sometimes I’ll forget to do that, which puts me in line at the bank the next day.
If you don’t hear me on the Flea Market this morning at 9:10, you know where I’ll be.