Sunday, October 17, 2021

Max, Part 9 - Couldn't even enter the bank lobby, without having an eye-full of that rubbish. Max grimaced at the public service poster

poster, covering the wall before him.  Overkill, at the very least - six by six, the thing hogged up.  Of course, the subject dealt with home equity loans, but the real agenda of it, wasn't about the low 6% interest rate - that is, of course, if your score qualified.  In the background, was a tropical scene - out at sea, was a yacht.  The "couple" was sitting at a small beachside table, gazing at each other, while enjoying (equally) fruity drinks.  At the bottom, written  in not so small letters, was a brief message concerning STD precautions - yeah, the term HIV wasn't used much, if at all, these days, because it ... was no longer socio-politically correct.

And why anyone would risk their home on a vaca they couldn't afford ... silly question:/  Anyway, max made his way over to a small counter, and grimaced again.  There were no deposit slips; he'd have to use one of his own - each book of 20 (not 25) checks contained one, maybe two, deposit slips.  Choosing another bank?  No point there - paper checks were about looked down upon ... merely tolerated as the stuff of oolllld people (who really need to get th ... off the planet).  Needless to say, the teller - in his or her pierced baubled glory - only managed to not sneer ... well, not too much at having to touch two slips of paper, handed to him or her.  The teller then, immediately after the transaction, gobbled hani-sani.  

And why would anyone be so germaphobe over a slip of paper, when a certain piercing proclaimed ... certain practices which weren't sanitary?  Silly question;/  Max, of course, was then treated to the usual loan pitch.  He, of course, politely declined the offer - he already had a credit card, and didn't need another.  And he certainly didn't need any "introductory rate," which could take off for mars, real quick.  

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