How NOT to do drive-up banking
So, drive-up banking is, as I have declared before – BLOODY BRILLIANT. I love it! When people come to stay I just want to show them drive-up banking, so even the smallest amount of money gets deposited or I take cash out just so I can show them how ace it is.
However……if you do not want to look like a complete British tourist, then drive up closely to the teller machine thingy, and not too far away that you have to reverse, go forward, reverse, go forward until you are still only just close enough, so much so that it is still an effort to reach and put in your card and punch in your numbers. Sigh.
Baseball seems to be everywhere I look at the moment – okay, so it is the baseball season, but it is popping up left right and centre. I had not heard of Jackie Robinson before this week, and now I want to go and see the movie 42 all about him and what he achieved: http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/video/jackie-robinson-movie-42-honors-baseball-legend-18947268
He was a legend and his story is a complex one of race, history and baseball. I think I’m going to like it. And I think I’m going to like baseball.
See, I’m learning things out here 🙂
Other stuff I didn’t want to learn
So, I’m in the nail salon (this is an important thing for a desperate housewife to do – I have an image to uphold here – don’t judge me!) and the TV is on. I don’t watch TV out here, so it’s feels a little indulgent and naughty.
The View is on where they talk about stuff. This is a bunch of ladies who are sort of famous here in the US, and ex-movie stars (Whoopie Goldberg) and…hang on, that’s Patrick Duffy! What’s Bobbie from Dallas doing co-presenting? Oh Patrick.
Anyway, they talk about nonsense such as what kind of sneakers are in this season and when it’s okay to masturbate. Oh my, America! Patrick makes a joke that it’s best at 64. I chuckle audibly in the salon. Everyone blushes and laughs on and off screen and the credits roll…..
After that comes The People’s Court – a truly terrible programme where people air their gripes with each other. The one I glimpsed was about one woman suing another for a $250 hair weave she claims the other had ripped out in a fight in her car. Fascinating, inane, incredible stuff.
I took a long walk yesterday. Boy, did I get some funny looks, because in this town, ya just don’t walk! It was a nosey old stroll, I confess – I had a good old gander at people’s houses and gardens, admired their decks and their landscaping.
Twice I got beeped by people I know, who asked if I needed ‘a ride’. This was a) lovely of them, b) made me realise I now know a lot of people in this community, and c) amused me, because in the UK we would ask if someone needed a ‘lift’.
For the record, I declined both times with thanks (actually, I said ‘I’m good’ – a phrase oft used out here and which I now use A LOT).