|
|
from "LADY WITH KOALA"
Myra finally reaches her bank.
Sure enough, the lady with the koala bear is in the front. Myra steps over the huge fracture in the asphlalt, which over months has eroded and become a sizeable pothole, and enters through the rear.
the Autotellers were supposed to be online again, or so the flyer said last week.
Or so another flyer said last month.
Or so another flyer said last year.
So the lines at all two windows trail to the opposite wall.
And everyone is about her age, give or take a cane, and everyone clutches a green bankbook and a brown chequebook.
She joins the second line. It's as boring as the other, as dead.
Time.
To kill. Time.
The tellers are taking forever.
Since they have failed to get half of the cable lines back up (power lines being the top priority), may of those banks and stores that canot justify the expense of a satellite dish have put in the new plasma PCs, with their always-crashing wifi.
Now, two years later, transactions always take longer.
- Can I help you, Myra?
It is the chattery Canadian.
Myra gets her purse and her chequebook, and hs the chattery Canadian verify her direct deposit account.
- And I'd like to cash this, please.
The teller looks at her cheque and bankbook:
- Myra, do you have your new account?
- What new account?
- Your new account number, I mean.
- What are you talking about?
- We've changed all the account numbers.
|
|
back
