Even before you were a glimmer in a Yankee’s eye.
Even when I had to pay hundreds of dollars of ATM fees.
Even when you told me you’d be moving up to the Upper East Side, only to open 10 more branches in midtown.
Even when I had to walk 20 minute out of my way in the rain to get to you.
Even when others offered to round up my checkcard purchases and deposit to my account, give me free checking and outnumbered you 20 to 1.
Even when I got a NY license, registered to vote here and stopped saying “ya’ll” as frequently.
Even then, I was faithful to my banking roots. And now this? Couldn’t you have told me to stop wasting my time a few years ago?
Thanks for nada,
I gave blood today, and if I get up too quickly after I’ll pass out, so they brought me a juice box while I waited. Those things always take me back to the school cafeteria. My mom is a health nut; my adult self is thankful for that, but the 3rd grade Beth was envious of Cheetos and Twix bars. At my table, we’d take a cracker and pass it around, each person adding one thing on top — a fruit snack, a grape, a piece of cheese…somehow, it always ended up tasting like apple pie.