Yesterday morning after work I decided to head to the bank and grab some American cash for our Flea Market trip to Mexico, which is just over two weeks away. I had been humming and hawing for the last couple of weeks keeping a watchful eye on the Canadian dollar. It looked like it wouldn’t be making any drastic jumps up in the near future, so yesterday I decided to go take care of that aspect our trip.
While I was at the counter waiting for the cashier to retrieve my money from the back, a man pulled up to the cashier next to me. She was a very pleasant young lady and right off the bat said good morning to the man and asked how his morning was going. “Terrible,” he barked out in a gruff voice. I rolled my eyes and said to myself, “Uh oh, here we go.” Then the lady asked, “what’s wrong?” “Nothing,” came the mans reply. That was it. The one word answer guy.
Now I’m thinking to myself, “Please, don’t ask this guy any more questions.”
The teller must have felt a little uneasy with “Mr. Personality” because she stopped talking and got right down to business. Nobody was happier about that than me. This guy was sucking whatever positive vibes there were right out of the air. Boy, I wonder who the lucky lady is that got to say “I do” to this happy fellow. She’s probably wishing she had of said “I don’t!”
Fortunately I wasn’t there long and before I knew it I was on my way out the door. Standing beside “Mr. Happy,” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I felt like turning to the guy and wishing him a great day, but I bit my tongue and moved on.
My wife would have been very proud of me.