So I get off work at 11:00 again this morning, we are on four, four hour days now, yes that is sixteen hour weeks, and the only reason Bill and I are getting that many hours is I had to lay off Karl last week after I just spent six years training him. Try to pay your mortgage, utilities, college tuitions, insurance, car payment and feed your family on that. Whatever, anyway, I head over to the bank to make a deposit and ask the nice girl at the drive up window if I could please have a handful of deposit slips for checking. I like to fill them out before I get to the bank so I'm not sitting in line wasting your time behind me while I fiddlefuck around in an awkward pose trying to write on my lap with a cheap ballpoint. She sends me back one. One slip. Okay, never mind. I'll try again next Wednesday. I go to leave and at the pullout where the six drive up lanes merge into one, some nitwit decides they just have to get out of there before me, even though I am clearly ahead and have the right of way, so she speeds up, nearly crashing into my truck while I slam on the brakes in an attempt to let her have her way, while she blares her horn and throws up her arms looking at me with complete disgust, like I'm the doofus in this particular situation. Whatever, go ahead.
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