VIP

My office had an envelope that needed to be dropped off at the bank yesterday. Since the bank is hardly out of my way at all, I volunteered to drop it off on my way home.

Being me, I told my coworker that she had to give me Very Precise instructions. She laughed, but she told me what I wanted to know: "Go all the way to the end, turn right, on your left will be three tellers for Business Banking. Ideally give it to Shalva, but if she's not there, you can also give it to Vered or Leah. Tell them 'From [Company]; thank you.'"

And then Helpful Malka's heart did verily sink within her, for CoWorker had forgotten something critical that Malka had too forgotten before volunteering for this little errand. My smile now somewhat fixed, I asked, "And what about getting a number to wait in line?"

"Oh no," answered CoWorker, "There is no line. Just go to the end, turn right, and walk up to any of the three tellers in the Business Banking section."

I verified with CoWorker that I didn't need a receipt (not kidding when I say that I need everything spelled out), and went, somewhat skeptically, to see this magic of Going to the Bank without Getting a Number in Line.

Oh. My. Gosh. It's real. It's so cool.

I just waltzed right in to the bank, didn't even glance at the Automated Ticket Dispenser, walked purposefully past all of the people sitting in the chairs waiting and waiting, gave the envelope to one of the Business Banking ladies, turned around, and walked (trying desperately not to strut) right back past all of those poor people, of whom I have always been one.

Bwa ha ha.