Banking Chuckle
I was out doing some chores and errands, accompanied by #3 grandson. Since I knew that the afternoon would involve feeding him, I stopped by the bank to cash a check (boy is 6'2", 220lbs at 15 years old). I went into a branch of my regular bank and presented my check. The teller was a young man, probably early 20's, and seemed to have first day jitters. His first question was, "Do you have an account with us?". I pointed out that the check was from their bank. After he counted out the money, he asked me to confirm the date and year of my birth. The standard question is month and date, so by habit that was my answer. He asked me again for the year, and I replied "51". Then, with a straight face, he asked, "Is that 1951?". I pointed out that since I wasn't dead enough to have been born in 1851, and 2051 hasn't happened yet, it was pretty safe to go with 1951. Like someone said once, "Ya can't make this stuff up!".
All skill and effort is to no avail when an angel pees down your drones.
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