One terrible day, I went to a bank in Temerloh to report the misplace of my passbook. The first thing I did was, taking the number at the guard's desk. My number was 3019. Okay, if I have to wait, then I'll wait. No doubt, coz the bank is not my father's. I waited from 3.30 pm...went out for a while to fight the boring moment. Then I came in to suffer again! My number was called right at quarter past 5. Lucky the policy of the bank is to attend all the waiting customers . Otherwise, the Pakcik Guard must be my first prey to show my anger...hehehe!
While my passbook was under process, the teller at the counter asked ' do you want to settle everything today sir? Or you wanna come again the next day?". My simple answer was " Even if this bank transfer all the money in to my account, I won't come again."
Then, I went back. My wife messaged me to buy something at one of the supermarket on my way. I dropped by. After picking the goods, I went to the counter. Then...I saw quite a long row of people there. It meant, I had to queue again. Oh, my...
After a few moments, I realized that it was the World's Queuing Day. I'm not going against the rules, just to express my anxiety towards my ACL injury. What a painful day...
While my passbook was under process, the teller at the counter asked ' do you want to settle everything today sir? Or you wanna come again the next day?". My simple answer was " Even if this bank transfer all the money in to my account, I won't come again."
Then, I went back. My wife messaged me to buy something at one of the supermarket on my way. I dropped by. After picking the goods, I went to the counter. Then...I saw quite a long row of people there. It meant, I had to queue again. Oh, my...
After a few moments, I realized that it was the World's Queuing Day. I'm not going against the rules, just to express my anxiety towards my ACL injury. What a painful day...
No comments:
Post a Comment