saturday october 18

today i went to the bank and when i approached the teller he asked how i was doing. "not bad, how about you?" i asked, instinctively. "i'm good, except my hair keeps getting in my eyes," he replied, dramatically flipping it off his face. "i need some sort of mousse or something." i know - or at least strongly suspect - that td encourages its tellers to engage in small talk with the customers, but i really feel like this guy should probably stick to just asking me about my day or the weather rather than ad-libbing like that.

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