startled.
I woke up a little early this morning to get to the bank. Wells Fargo. I haven’t been terribly impressed with them lately, but I still have a security deposit box there and darn’t, I had some stuff to deposit. I rolled up at 8:40, the little police guy (you can tell where this is going) unlocks the door and pokes his head out. We don’t open until nine, but there is a place up front if you want to cash a check or something. Huh? I look over at the adjacent door, and sure as hell, the hours said 9-6. Really? The biggest Wells Fargo branch around, and you open at 9? I’ve heard about bankers hours but always thought it was just to give ‘em a hard time, because they’re slackers. Nope. It’s real. Argh.
Then i’m driving into work, listening to the ol’ faithful NPR. Nazanin Rafsanjani leads into this story about a cafe in Georgetown, D.C. area, called Snap. The cafe only accepts plastic. Radness slash progressive I’m thinking. And i’m looking forward to hearing this story. I’m waiting to hear how this cafe owner got into some experimental deal with a bank with terribly low processing fees… How she laid her business on the line to explore the wonders of the new market economy (ummm, new is the new old). To see if customers responded well if business dipped or shot up. To see if cash is actually doomed. Yadda yadda.
Nope. Moronic little business owner (I don’t think all small business owners are morons, just her) gets on and starts spouting about trust. How as her business grows she doesn’t have to worry about trusting her employees anymore. She doesn’t have to get to know them intimately. Yadda yadda. Now all is well and good, and I sorta understand this logic. But NPR? National news from that little town that has little respect for reality, and with that whiny voice? Ugh. Get back to Kim Jong Il, messed up fool.
Filed by ryanroth at October 11th, 2006 under Geke