at the bank
teller: How was your weekend?
me: Pretty good. How was yours?
teller: Short.
me: I hear that. (or something)
teller: I have split shifts. It makes the weeks shorter, but it makes the weekends shorter, too.
me: Oh. So life is just flying by.
teller: Yeah, which I guess is nice.
me (to self): Oh... Dear God.
me: Pretty good. How was yours?
teller: Short.
me: I hear that. (or something)
teller: I have split shifts. It makes the weeks shorter, but it makes the weekends shorter, too.
me: Oh. So life is just flying by.
teller: Yeah, which I guess is nice.
me (to self): Oh... Dear God.