Humulin, amlodipine, and cetirizine. But how did you know I stopped at the pharmacy after my bank trip?

This made me recall an odd bank related situation that happened to me a few weeks ago, and which I am still a bit perplexed by.

Due to a couple of things coming up, I needed to stock up on some bills of various denominations. Nothing all that crazy, in my opinion, 20 $1 bills, 20 $5 bills, stuff like that, a few hundred dollars at most. Where else do you get bills like that? The bank, I assumed.

When I got up to the teller, I explained that I needed to pull out X amount from my account, and I that I needed specific number of each denomination. She looked at me like I was asking something completely unheard of. She even told me, I don’t think I have the money for that as she shuffled through some drawers.

Eventually she asked another teller who told her she’d have to go to the central terminal (I don’t recall the actual name they used) and make a request for each denomination. So the teller walked across the back of the bank to a computer that looked like it was from the 80s. After about 10 minutes of typing, with multiple people helping her, 2 people came out from a room, walked over to a floor vault and opened it. While one pulled out the cash I requested, the other stood guard. It was surreal. They counted the money twice, the teller counted the money twice, and then finally came back to the counter and gave me the deposit. She seemed to be barely holding back her level of irritation at me.

All that for just a few hundred dollars in cash. It had me really wondering if I was mistaken about the role and services provided by banks and whether I was out of line for asking to receive specific denominations. Was I supposed to leave a tip or something?

Sir, this is Ruth’s Chris.

Why can’t they just make one universal standard format and then just stick to that in all systems rather than have 400 million random different incompatible file systems running around? Wouldn’t 400 million and 1 be better?

Let’s see. Sunglasses indoors. I’m thinking he’s either a druggie trying to hide his eyes to avoid detection or those glasses are an expensive fashion accessory and he’s showing off. NOTE: These are not mutually exclusive. The drink, presumably an alcohol-based concoction such as a “martini” with ambiguous fruit which could be an olive, certainly doesn’t clear up either of those possibilities. At best we see he’s wearing cold temperature clothing, long sleeves and pants, and yet his foot is exposed, bare with no sock.

What can we deduce from that? Maybe it’s a prosthetic leg? If so, that could mean a couple of things. But foremost, we have to consider the possibility that his prosthetic leg is the result of an injury that also left him infertile?

I had an uncle that lost a leg and one testicle in a fall off the top of a building. Doctors told him he would never have kids, but 10 years later that was proved to be a lie. My cousin Ricky was a miracle baby, even if he did look like my uncle’s girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend. I mean, blonde hair and blue eyes doesn’t run in our family, and I know it doesn’t run in Shelly’s family either, so where did that come from? On the other hand, everybody in Ray’s family, even the mixed kids, have blonde hair and blue eyes. So do the math and get back to me on that one.

The real question is ketchup versus butter and we all know it.

Sansevieria? More like sans broke, brown people.

Seems like you gotta have your phone on you at all times because everything requires an app. Gotta use an app to control my TV. Gotta use an app to talk to my grankids. Gotta have an app to run the freezer. App. App. App. What they need to do is start building the damned apps into the appliances, that way you can just push some buttons or tap a screen right on the device to control it.

I know so many people who regularly fall for this sort of thing, even when they know it’s not actually a deal or something they need.