Tuesday Tantrum

Tuesday Tantrum is my way of getting some shit off my chest. In no way do I mean to offend or harm, and quite frankly, I don't give a damn. If  I do offend you...well, stop reading my 'effing blog! 

I have to be to work at 8:20 every morning. I tend to roll in at either 8:15 or 8:20 on the nose. Sometimes, I am a smidge late, but for the most part I'm there, without fail. This morning was one of those mornings where I rolled in a smidge late. All because the bitch in the drive- thru at the bank.

And here is my tantrum. People, if you are anything like me, you check your balance in your bank accounts EVERYDAY. Typically, the only time that 'mug changes is when you get paid or if someone is feeling generous and puts a deposit in it. But, I know most of you check it everyday, if not twice a day. You already know whats in there. I mean, its like no surprise, and when you go to the bank, you either go in or go through the drive-thru ( I tend to go to through the drive- thru, cause I feel judged when I go in...don't ask...) Anyway, so I pull up this morning, and I am WELL on time this morning. I mean, my son got up without me blessing him out this morning, I got dressed and did not have to change my clothes, everybody's lunch is made right. I mean, we are talking a great morning here folks! 
Back to the bitch...I pull up and there is a car in front of me. I noticed that she has already put her ATM card in, so I get mine out and ready, cause lets not forget I am on time today. I then notice that she got out of her car and was standing in front of the ATM. At this point, I am giving the cricket, cricket look ( the kind of look you give someone when you are not quite sure what to say) because I cant understand why she is out of the car. She then takes her card out of the ATM, looks at it, and puts it back in again...O....k....and here is where I want to scream BITCH YOU KNOW WHATS IN THE ACCOUNT ALREADY, STOP THIS SHIT!!! 

Needless to say, she pulled off, and I was able to get what I needed in about ten seconds flat. 

I got to work at 8:30 this morning.

Did I mention that as I pulled off, the bitch had pulled back around again to the ATM machine?