We went to the drive-thru bank yesterday. My baby turned heads.
“Excuse me sir, is that a Saab?”
“Why yes it is.”
“My associate thought it was a Saab. Very durable I hear.”
“Nineteen years old, and still going strong. I love it.”
I glanced at the teller’s associate who blushed as she eyed up my date. I glanced in my mirror at a man in the drive-thru lane without a car. As I pulled away, my banking complete, I saw the teller look at the man puzzled as he walked up to the window. I reflected. Just a month ago, I turned up at the teller’s window without a date. I was picking up the money to buy my date. No longer will tellers look at me strange as I walked up to the drive-thru window.
I left my date outside when I went to boxing training, but then I took her for a burger. I was puzzled by the sign that said curb-side service. I ordered, and a man walked out to us with my meal. He walked about 15 yards. I looked at the other customers, parked in their vans and Corvettes. They all looked capable of walking 15 yards to pick up their own meals.