Roy The Angry Banker

Roy's work week is a Sunday through Thursday deal so on Fridays he usually tries to pick me up for lunch. every other Friday is also Payday so on these days we go to the bank. normally I run inside because, believe it or not...that is faster. its not SUPPOSED to be faster...but it is. today, however...I opted not to run in because the drive-thru lines looked reasonable. by the way...I have a certain knack for picking the worst fucking line to stand in at ANY public place of transaction. meaning that if I am in line at the grocery store and I have two items in the 10 items or less line and the person in front of me only looks like they have 3-4 items...then something will go wrong. ...something like the bank card won't work...or a price tag is missing...or the eggs are broken...or the manager is taking a really long fucking time getting over to the register with that damnable key of hers. so of course in light of all of this....the first thing that went wrong was that Roy was waiting to make a left turn into the bank and an oncoming van was sloooooowly making its way in the opposite lane. THEN...WITHOUT USING HIS TURN SIGNAL...he made a right turn into a parking lot right before the point we needed to turn into...which meant that we had just waited for his slow ass all for naught. if he had INDICATED to us that he would be turning at a junction before OUR junction...we could have proceeded with our turn and saved a good 30 seconds. a WHOLE THIRTY SECONDS, PEOPLE! and NOTHING pisses my husband off more than wasting THIRTY SECONDS...YOU BASTARD! so Roy said something to the effect of...'yeah nice use of your turn signal ASSHOLE!' and glared at him the entire time we were turning into the drive-thru and even craned his neck to continue the glare as we drove up to get into line. as if that guy in the van would be scared of a man that he likely couldn't even see in a car in the next parking lot. and Roy grumbled and grinched about it. so then we were the second car in line and the guy in front of us was taking an extraordinarily long time to complete his transaction which only further enraged the already simmering Roy. and what followed was a scathing statement on the car:teller ratio and why don't banks follow the car:teller ratio those @#$@%!%$!*$*%%@!!!! BASTARDS! the car:teller ratio should be upheld at ALL costs! do NOT send 2 tellers out to do a 5 lane job! if there are 5 lanes open, then there should be 5 tellers! inside the bank there is one line and 4 tellers! what gives?! WHAT GIVES?! I WANT TO KNOW! okay actually ROY wants to know. and he really wants to know really freaking bad. and the grumping and grinching continued. meanwhile...I was keeping my cool. and how could I not? Peepers was in the backseat providing a spectacular display of baby smiles and droolie coos. by the time I put my ass back in my seat, we were done. besides...Roy does enough bitching for the two of us and then some. He's my Bitchy Old Papa Bear. and I happen to think Bitchy Old Papa Bears are REALLY HOT. so bitch on Papa Bear! bitch on!