Today was a banking day. These are not my favourite days.
I am lazy when it comes to banking.
I am lazy with petrol, too.
I am lazy with a lot of things, bar the things I like to do.
I have two places where I can bank – one to the right of where I live and one to the left. Mostly I bank to the right as that’s where I like to shop, but today it was closed and so I went left.
There was a small queue with a small lady in front of me. She wore a blue hairy coat with a matching scarf and although she was taking her time to bank, I liked her vibe and found myself unusually relaxed. I even hummed a little as I waited.
And then it happened
Right before my eyes
The small lady in the bank started to strip.
Her coat, her scarf, her top.
She then turned to me and said
“I am menopausal, you know… and really very hot”.
And I wanted to cry.
To honour her, I took off my coat
“Me too”, I said
And she smiled.
I chatted for a while to the lady in the bank.
We talked of our moods and exchanged our tales.
We talked of hot flushes and of feeling stale.
We talked of our symptoms and how they had been.
We chatted for ages, or so it had seemed.
Then she had to go.
I liked that lady, the lady in the bank, and I think she liked me too.
“Let’s meet up!” she said as she started to leave…
“Let’s have dinner one night.”
“Let’s” I replied and proceeded to add…
“I’m so glad I turned left and not right.”
Oh happy days.
J x
(shared from my old diaries)
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