Friday, October 15, 2010
Safe Words and Dirty Money
So there I was for the first time in my life SPEECHLESS....
See my 21 year old daughter had come home from college for a couple days, and we had to run by the banks for her. Yes I said the banks. Because apparently not only is my daughter a better person, a smarter person, a more sober person, she is also better with money, so much better that she uses 3 banks. Yes 21, putting herself thru college, and 3 banks. All with money in them? WTH? How did this happen? I am not looking a gift horse in the mouth here people, I support her success whole heartedly I mean she is the one who will pick out and probably pay for my nursing home in a few years.
I don't know maybe she took my philosophy on how to be an adult, " just do the opposite of your parents". It seemed to work for me. I mean I got a kid in college, paying her own way legally and stuff and wow, she has all these bank accounts and no debt.. ( I know again with the WTH?).
If you have been reading along you have seen my praises about my daughter, and how she is so on track with the non drinking and non dating and not wanting to get distracted until she is done with college and secure with herself and blah blah blah, basically the complete opposite of everything I did. Which was advance drinking 303, right before I changed majors 3 kabillion and five times before dropping out to become a proam drinker just a mere semester prior to the degree. But alas life on the road was too much and I settled down.
So as we pulled up to the last bank she didn't need to go in she used the ATM and it asked her enough questions to determine the color of her under garments and she was getting steamed. Then it took too long to print out the receipt. She the did the unthinkable as she jerked the harmless little piece of paper out. She cursed at the ATM.
I said in my best Mommy voice, " Honey you know your on tape when you use those ATM's ?"
She looked at me with a look like I had just insulted her intelligance then turned to the machine and started.
" To whoever is watching this. As much as I pay you to babysit my money, as much as I pay you in your fees, you need to know this. I cussed at your machine. I didn't punch it, but I can. As much of my money as you suck away without providing me at the very least a human with a substandard IQ to deal with I should be able to slap your machine around, and your machine should talk dirty to me, instead of just words on a screen I should get to select the voice and accent and an option to choose the level of filth I complete my financial transaction in. In fact, I want to feel like I need a drink when I leave this ATM, I want it to be so Raunchy my ATM has a safe word. That would be customer service worth paying for."
She then drove away as if nothing had just happened.
Ok she is totally my daughter... and I want to be her when I grow up.
Have a great weekend y'all !
PEACH OUT !