Show Me The Money

So I had to get my garage card today, because I'm on red, and the last time I was on red I ended up having to pay for petrol out my savings account because "Sorree Medhem.  Thees wun she is exphiad."


To be fair it was a white chap, and he's the most efficient attendee they have at the garage, and probably the only reason I go back there, because it's notorious for hold-ups.
But it Whas Still Exphiad!
This is irritating because I pay my monthly petrol budget into a separate account so that I will always have petrol, even if something unexpected pops up and wipes out my spare change.

Almost two weeks after having to pay for fuel out my savings account, and I still haven't got the stupid card.  And, wouldn't you know, the gage went to red, so I just couldn't hold off any more.

Off I tootled to the bank during lunch and, yay!, there was only one person in the enquiries queue.
Lucky me.

Until I realised the Heavily Pregnant Cashier was in no hurry to move onto the next customer.

At.  All.

Only God knows how long he was there before me (and probably him and the cashier too) but let me tell you how long he was there with me standing behind him... two corns and a blistered heel... that's how long!
Well... maybe not.  But my feet are sore, and my 2 inch stilettos are unforgiving even though they are beautiful.

This is a business outfit Pregnant Cashier!  You've forgotten what these shoes are like because you can't see your feet any more which is probably more of a blessing than you realise.

FINALLY he moved off to a consultant and I stepped up, with a smile, to receive my much needed garage card.
Pregnant Cashier smiled back, put my drivers licence into the copier... and called Mr. Sitting In The Waiting Room.

My smile froze.  When it became apparent that she was going to be all chatty with this one too, my smile disappeared altogether.
I stood there tapping my foot and grumbling internally for another 10 minutes, while she chatted about the benefits of Internet Banking with this middle-aged new-to-Internet-Banking man.

EVENTUALLY he pushed off.  She smiled again.  I did not.
She shuffled off to get my card, gave back my Drivers License, asked me to sign for the card, and off I went.

Not. Even. Two. Minutes.

I stood so long in that damn bank that I have sore feet, I'm hungry and I STILL don't have any petrol.

So how is your week so far?
On the upside I'm planning on upgrading my phone to a tablet.  I want the Samsung Note 8!  Whoohoo...