Being as the bank is a little less than a mile away from my school, I took the long route in order to get a better run in. It felt wonderful to be moving midday in the 60 degree weather that is gracing us. So, when I got to the bank, I wasn't quite sweating profusely, but I was certainly glistening. It was apparent that the mullet-haired man in front of me noticed this when he turned around and glanced in my direction.
"You look like you've been working out," he said. Thanks, Captain Obvious. I explained to him that I was just running to the bank. He giggled a little and continued the conversation by asking about my running habits and enlightening me with his. It was a delightful conversation really. As he finished his transactions and I went up to handle mine, I noticed that he was standing back, flipping through the gigantic wad of cash he had just received. I figured he was just counting it to make sure he had been given the right amount. With a wad that big, you would want to double check!
Well, I was wrong. He was waiting for yours truly. Somehow, this man thought it was a good idea to wait for me and walk out with me as though we have been friends for the past 15 years, when the reality is, I had seen him for the first time 15 seconds ago. He proceeded to introduce himself, inquire about my name, and tell me that I was awfully cute. All the while, he was continually flipping through that same large wad of money, as if subliminally telling me that he was rich.
Trying to subtly get the point across that I was neither interested in rolling around in his money or running my fingers through the greasy party in the back hair he had going on, I opened the door with my hand clearly visible. Like so:
Surprisingly, he caught on. Well, not before asking, "is that a ring." A simple "yes it is" did the trick. Thank you, Jeff, for my rings. They saved me from the creepy man. On a plus note, I ran back to work extra fast!
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