I didn't want to go inside the bank today. I had every intention of just going through the drive thru, but I had a question and apparently you have to go inside. I anticipated this because on those rare occasions when I have to go thru the metal detector to get to a teller...all the bells and lights go off.
And of course it happened again. I put my keys in the tray and tried again...waiting for the green light, a voice says from above..."do you have any other metal objects on you or in your purse?" I tell the bank god with a heavy sigh, "Nope...just my underwire"...well, at this point I really don't care who hears me, I just got off work where I was standing and walking in the hot sun for two hours and I was hungry.
I can't be the only women with an underwire bra . I hear a buzz and see the green light and I enter the bank and there is no one in line, just tellers and one person sitting at the open an account desk. They are laughing. They know me. I ask them, does that happen a lot because it happens to me every single time....yes it happens a lot she replied, but that was the first time we heard that.
It' not like I wear this.
I'm just say'n