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.

Lisa's turtleneck

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.


  • Michele Stapleton
    Posted at 17:46h, 04 November

    I’m rolling in the floor laughing. And thinking of buying you something SMALL for Christmas!

  • lisaweldon
    Posted at 17:50h, 04 November

    . . . and I’ll buy you some new pants { size LARGE } and make sure the sticker is on the butt.

  • Michele Stapleton
    Posted at 17:53h, 04 November

    On the pants the stickers go mid-calf. Thank goodness, because I’ve worn a sticker out in public at least once.

  • Joanna Webster
    Posted at 19:39h, 04 November

    Precious story. I wonder what he would have thought when mine said “XL”?

  • Admirer
    Posted at 20:32h, 04 November

    Looking nice!