Drive Thru Please

Today I got behind the happy/chatty lady at the bank. This is the house slipper, family reunion commemorative shirt from 89 wearing hermit. I only noticed the details cause I had to stare at her for the 15 minutes it took for her to move along. She was sooo happy to be one on one with the teller. Everything was funny and everything needed a detailed explanation. This woman has never and will never check anything on line. I would wager she doesn't have a computer and if she does its as big as a room and hasn't been fired up since she first tried unsuccessfully to find the on switch. The teller had no choice but to politely smile and go over everything at least three times. I cleared my throat and let out a deep sigh at least 3 times. The teller even gave me the "what can I do?" look. It was the luck of the draw like always. I went to the little table to merely sign my check and the little troll lady slid in. I knew it when I saw it happen that I was screwed. So, I slowly walked up to the velvet rope only to stand there and witness this theft of my life clock! I couldn't even pass the time with my IPhone cause I was so put out by the whole thing. I am all for a friendly old fashion bit of conversation, but...you know what, no I'm not, it's the freakin' bank!