All I wanted to do was cash my paycheck at the bank today. It’s such a simple task and usually it’s 99.9% Mean Girl free. Not today.
It was around 17 degrees when I entered the bank. North Carolinians are not used to such frigid temperatures, so I was doing my best impression of Ralphie’s brother from “A Christmas Story”.
My outer wear was a bit more chic than this. Nobody had to know I was wearing thermal pajamas underneath.
This was basically my outfit today:
Just some simple cold weather gear + my sweater headband that looks a little like the picture below:
How dare I?
A beast of a woman works at my bank, and as I stood in line, I watched her pointedly walk over to another teller and whisper something in her ear. The teller whom she’d whispered to, immediately looked in my direction (specifically at my head) and then I just stood there as the two tellers carried on a conversation about my headband. The mean teller was now seated at her post which was on the far end of the neutral teller. I was the only customer in the bank, so I had no other choice but to watch the debate over my headband. Neutral teller had made eye contact with me. She knew I knew what was going on and said:”I have three or four of those at home; One in purple, one in red…”. Mean teller decried: “Are you serious”? “You’d never catch me wearing one of those”.
At this point, I made a dramatic “what the fuck” hand gesture. I had no words. Koko the Gorilla would have better articulated my feelings in this moment; but she was not around and I don’t know sign language.
I left the bank feeling colder than when I’d walked in but there was some solace. The woman who was hating on me so hard, looks like a combo of these two characters:
Just add a mullet cut and voila!