Saturday Morning

Great rainy morning to get out and take the dawg (small one) to the bank. After all, one day the entire estate will be shared between her and her adopted brother so she needs to see where the vast fortune is on deposit.

Banks are getting odd as I get older. In the past you walked in, they knew you and your family and if it was Friday offered you some popcorn. Today everyone that comes into their doors is a thief until proven otherwise. With a hint of trepidation I stood behind the the rope until I was allowed to move forward and talk with the keepers of my money. I fully expected a conflict because one of my transactions was cashing a giant fifty dollar check, made out to the Mrs. Even though she has accounts with the bank and some money markets (a place to put big chunks of your money and get doo doo in interest),I knew there would be questions about me cashing her check. I was right, but after I gave them numerous account numbers, some of which even held more than the fifty in question I noticed the ducks.

Asking about the little floaters I was told the bank was selling them to benefit something and those who bought in would be entered in a race for vast fortunes. Knowing it would get the check cashed I bought two for the race and was given the pictured duck as part of the deal. It was worth the ten dollar duck to get the fifty cashed!