04 Nov The Incident @ the Bank

Yep. There are a few good things about being old.

I went to the bank this morning to deposit checks for my kids’ allowances. I was wearing a brand new, fresh-outta-the-box turtleneck from LL Bean. It’s a pretty turquoise top my sister sent me for my birthday last week.

“Welcome to Wells Fargo!“ the fresh-faced, young teller bellowed out in his deep Southern accent, a big wide grin on his face. As instructed, I’m sure, he greets each and every customer who walks in the door.

But as I walked up and handed him my deposits I noticed that his entire demeanor changed. Oddly, he kept looking at my chest { weird that a handsome 20-something would be interested in a 50-something’s chest } I must say that for a fleeting moment I thought, “Well…” but snapped back, came to, finished up my business and headed for the door.

Right then a nice older woman gently grabbed my arm and pointed out the sticker on my new turtleneck – the one I’d forgotten to remove. It was sitting right smack on the point of my boob. “MEDIUM” it read.

LL Bean, please pick a better spot to apply your lables.

Yep, an incident like that would have destroyed me had I been a sweet young thing. I would have NEVER set foot in that bank again in fear that I’d run into that teller. Hell, I would have changed banks to one across town.

The nice thing about being old is that something like this brings you joy – you can laugh at yourself and enjoy the silliness for an entire day.

I’m just glad my sister sent me a size medium. Had that sticker, the one sitting right on my boob, read ‘SMALL’  – well, that might have been a different story.