Friday, July 18, 2003 :::
 

I Like Lavender Girls

She walked out of her office and asked if she could take care of me. "Yes." I said. "I would like to open a checking account."
"Come into my office." She said pointing to a sun-filled room rich with leather and dark-stained cherry furnishings. "Senior Loan Officer" said the plaque on her desk.
"I like the way your bracelet jingles when you walk."
I looked down at the wide silver Wonder Woman bracelets on my wrists. "Oh, you mean my ankle bracelet." This spring I added a delicate silver ankle bracelet to my everyday never-take-it off repertoire. It is festooned with teeny-tiny bells. I never noticed an actual chiming. Patty has excellent hearing.
The tall green-eyed woman complimented me on my profession as she nervously collected my data. She liked my outfit (a maroon mini-skirt with a matching short-sleeve top) so much that I almost wanted to take it off and give it to her. It would look great on a blonde.
I liked this bank much better than the Northfield Trust. Sure they have an alluring all-red brick turreted building, but when you walk in there is no teller section. Instead a perfectly-coifed receptionist standing behind a huge black marble corral meets you. I stated my business and she ushered me to a satin striped chair to wait for Mark. There was no movement, no people in the bank, just furnishings out of a hunt scene painting.
I followed Mark to his office and sat down in the brown leather wing back. I admired the orchid sitting in the bay window behind his desk. He gave me growing tips. When I told him I wished to open a checking account and placed the $6200 check on his desk. He explained that the checking accounts offered by the bank have high fees and are only offered to clients who open a savings account with a minimum $10,000. Well. Well. That is why there weren't any tellers and that is also why his business card read Private Banking.
So here I am with the delightful Patty. She is happy to accept my measly $6200. In fact, when she returned from making the transaction at the teller window, she presented me with a bright red and black foldaway cooler! 1950s style banking. Presents! Just right for this peasant chick.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 9:14 AM