The following takes place between 4 p.m. and 5 p.m.

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I ventured up stairs and asked my mother if she could drive me to the bank so i could get my interact card which had come in the mail today. I didn't want to drive my car because I was still feeling sick and i didn't have very much gas left in my car. My mom suggested we call the bank and find out what time there open till. So she called and found out they were open till five. After loading my moms violin and all the bottles our family had collected into the car we were on our way. My mom thought that the bank was on 3rd and 13th i said its on third but not by thirteenth take scenic drive and go that way turning right at the MacDonald's. (this was the bank i had gone to several times). We went there by different route of coarse because my mom had some other things to do. I should mention at this time that I'm not feeling the greatest and haven't really eaten all day so I'm in no mood to be putting up with crap. I shall also say right now that I dislike banks. I would rather keep my money under a mattress where I could count it if necessary and not have to deal with people telling me there subtracting this much for that and that much for this. I successfully lived for several years without a bank account and the only reason I got on is because I didn't want to volunteer at camp. Any ways we get to the bank and I go in there clutching my ginger ale and wishing my head would stop hurting. They tell me there that they don't have any interact card there and if it was sent they would be getting it tomorrow. I said they called me this morning and told me it was here. So they sent me to the other bank. The only other bank of the same name as the first one is way over on the other side of town. So we head over there getting more and more frustrated with each other because I mumble and my mom doesn't hear very well. I finally get there and they tell me its not there either but they call the banks and find out where it is. So i give them my name and at this point being rather frustrated I'm sick of dealing with this crap and ready to go home and try again later like the next day or something. They finally get a hold of the other bank and giving them my name (which they proceeded to pronounce wrong for the rest of the time) they find out where my interact card is. I also get frustrated with my self because i realize that i told the bank in sending my interact card where to send it and i should've just gone to that address. Which is where my mom thought it would be and where it was. We went there knowing that it was there and they were open till at least five. By this time its almost 5 and my mom has to be somewhere, so i say she can drop me off at the bank and ill walk home. Thus the plan is set. I go into the bank and get my interact card. The machine that I type my pin number into has a vendetta against me because i had to type my pin number like 7 times as opposed to the usual two. From there i walk home wishing i had thought to bring my toque because its cold and the wind keeps blowing my hood of my head. I get home and that brings us to now (hey we have been here before) ...three cheers for me and my victory over the financial system (by not letting it get me down i win!-obviously)

Short and probably not entertaining at all story... but my fingers are cold (because my parents are Eskimos) and I desire to be in bed. so long...still to come 'the curse of the third wheel' and 'powers of the white shirt'

like 24 says
beep, beep, beep, beep,
-luKe