On Tuesday night I joined Kelsey, Jeri, Missy, and my sister Jenny at Pizzeria 712 for a "let's get together before Kelsey's baby Sharky makes his appearance" dinner. And, as an additional bonus, it turns out that Janssen and Kayla were in town and sitting at the very next table with their husbands. They recognized my sister Jenny first and then came over to say hello. I'm so glad they did, and that I got to meet them in person. During our conversation I marveled at just how pretty they both are and really wished that I'd done something about my face that day.
I ordered their butter lettuce salad, which I did not take a picture of, but it was beautiful. It had this amazing bleu cheese dressing and thick sliced bacon and thin sliced radishes and oh . . . it was good. Then we overheard the server telling some women near us about the desserts and as soon as the words "Amano chocolate cheesecake" wafted over to us we all froze in our seats and started breathing shallowly. Or maybe that was just me. I don't remember. Missy and I got one to share and . . . yeah. I am glad no one got a picture of the faces I was making because they probably don't belong on the cameras or computers of nice people.
During dinner, the conversation turned somehow to banks, and I mentioned a recent experience I had while depositing checks. Remember how I've talked before about the Wells-Fargo people, and about how they are trained to make way way way too much conversation with you to the point of stalkerness? Well, they still do it.
Jenny: Why were you even going inside? Why not use the drive-through?
Jeri: Oh, no, the drive-through can be worse. They talk to you the whole time. Once I kept my windows rolled up so that I could fill out my deposit slips in peace without having to talk to anybody about my day, or my weekend, or about savings options for my kids. Then I cracked the window and tried to shove my slip through without drawing any attention. But the poor girl who worked there saw me and was like "HimynameisKristen----"
Me: See? See? I just want to say, "Look. I just want to deposit my checks. I am not an 84-year-old woman who is coming in here because I need the human interaction."
Kelsey: "This is not my bar."
Me: I think we should make cue cards to hold up.
"I am fine."
"My day is going fine."
"I am running errands."
"Yes, I have been told about children's savings accounts."
"My weekend? Well, from the looks of things I will still be STANDING HERE ANSWERING PERSONAL QUESTIONS AND POSSIBLY GETTING A MAMMOGRAM on the weekend."
When I came home I told GH about our conversation. He works for a bank, so he knows the flip side of the coin.
GH: You know they're not making conversation with you because they want to, right? They are told to do it.
Me: Ugh. Well it annoys me. They want their employees annoying people?
GH: The marketing surveys say differently. People want friendly human interaction from their banks.
Me: I don't want that! Young, secure people don't need that.
GH: Young, secure people don't go into banks. Why were you even in there?
Me: Because I have to deposit checks sometimes!
GH: You could do that online.
GH: Yeah. You can scan your checks and send them in.
Me: Huh . . . mutter mutter.
GH: Most of the people who come in are chatty people. They want to make conversation. They come to the bank FOR that very reason. If people don't know your name or they don't engage you then they write dirty letters to the bank. "I went to the [such-and-such] branch and nobody said hi! I will never go back. Never."
So there you have it. Does anybody else have opinions about this? Or about Amano chocolate? Please share.