I went to the bank today for a few things. I'd made an appointment with one of those helpful people that answers questions on mortgages, rates. The usual. Pretty normal meeting. At least until I was leaving and he said: "If you need anything else... tea, coffee, a drink. Anything." Um. Okay. I might be dense, but did he really mean what I think he did?
Art, writing, a bit of tango on the side. Ah, life is good.
Comments for this post
