A Confession
As I have progressed through the various businesses, organizations, and bureaucracies to tie up loose ends, I dread having to deal with men. Men just don’t seem to be as engaged and knowledgeable about their organizations and processes.
Today it was a bank, where I had to wait for a half hour to see anyone, and it was apparently a manager of some kind who was constantly looking at his computer screen to figure out how to close an account. He finished by having the teller give me cash.
Teller looked at the amount and looked at the manager several times before she started the process, as if she couldn’t believe what he was doing. It wasn’t enough to buy a new car, but it would have made a very nice down payment.
I then had to make an unplanned trip to the credit union to unload the cash, because it made me nervous. Normally I would want to be armed carrying around that much money. The teller had me move close so she wouldn’t have to count it where anyone could see it, and put it in an envelop so it wasn’t obvious.
The lady at the insurance agency took care of switching the car insurance and got me a decrease in the cost, because I am a much safer driver than my Mother was.
Sorry, but I’m convinced that women are just better at this type of thing, and I don’t want to deal with men. I guess that makes me a sexist.
May 20, 2014 4 Comments
