Monday, May 16, 2005

At Least It Wasn't Me

After work last Thursday, I went to my credit union to deposit my paycheck. I had pulled in a little far from the kiosk and I thought, "God, please don't let me drop the cylinder when I try to put it back." For some reason, God cooperated, I didn't drop the cylinder and I drove on to Walgreen's to pick up a prescription.

I decided to go through the drive-thru there also. It has two lanes and there were four of us there, two at the windows and two of us behind those guys. I was daydreaming and kind of watching the cars in front when the guy on the right reached out of his window, retrieved the cylinder, removed his prescription, reached back out of the window to replace the cylinder and dropped it. Better him than me, I thought.

Not only did he drop the cylinder, it rolled under his brand new big-ass manly Texas-type truck. Not only that, part two, when he tried to open his door to get out of his truck, there was barely enough room for him to get out so he had to squeeeeeze out of the door in a very awkward and unmanly sort of way.

When he was finally able to get out of the truck, he bent down and tried with all his heart to reach the cylinder but it had rolled too far under his truck. The poor thing had to squeeeeeze back into his truck and drive up a short way, get out of the truck, smile sheepishly at the lady in line behind him, pick up the cylinder and replace it in the kiosk.

Then, horror of horrors, the lady in line behind him shouted at him. She wasn't being a bitch. She knew him! As if the whole incident wasn't humiliating enough, the person right behind him knew him and had seen the whole thing.

I wonder if she blogged it.

7 comments:

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Yes, she blogged it. But she didn't use his real name; called him "Mr. Butterfingers."

Then signed herself out as "And I'm Ratting Him Out to the Whole Neighborhood."

Boy piecework is fun.

Laurie said...

Old Horsetail - I hope she ratted him out. It wouldn't be as much fun otherwise.

Comfort Addict said...

Must have been karma or, considering the vehicle, trukma.

Lorna said...

I think you dropped your cylinder at the bank, got seen by someone who knew you and you wrote a good cover story....you're in deep denial

Laurie said...

Comfort Addict - That's a good one! Truck-ma, hahahaha!

Lorna - You know me so well.

Mom said...

Hi Daughter, It's Mom. Working at a credit union as Teller Supervisor for 25 years, I could tell you stories about our cylinders. How about GUESSING where it has rolled under the car and driving up to find it and ROLL OVER IT. One cylinger cost $100.00. Some would take the cylinder out of the Kiosk and put it on the passenger seat and drive off, never bringing it back due to embrassment.

Laurie said...

Mom - I actually did drive away with one one time and had to drive around and put it back.