I stopped at the bank at lunch today. The teller must have been new; it took him forever to deposit and check and give cash back. Anyway, he handed me my money and said, "Have a nice weekend!" Me: "...Thanks?" I mean, I do plan on having a nice weekend, but it's kind of early to think about. Maybe the guy was convinced that it was Friday. Wishful thinking. Of course, I woke up yesterday morning wishing it were Friday. It's never a good sign when you're already hoping for the weekend and it's only Sunday.
Posted by Barb at April 25, 2005 08:12 PM | TrackBack