I suppose it may have been the “centeredness” that I gleaned from my morning yoga class that kept me from ramming the front grill of my car into her rear bumper. Perhaps it was the distraction of texting my son. Somehow, I didn’t explode.

I was in the drive-up line at National City. Not a place of my choosing, but someone I’m in love with banks there, and I volunteered to run errands this morning. Honestly, I don’t know how it can take them that long to make a simple deposit. Prepared for the typical wait, I slid the gear shift into park and began texting Michael. A full 6 minutes later, I noticed activity in front of me and prepared to move ahead. Oh my gosh! She was just then sending in her transaction. I can forgive an occasional quick signing of the back of one’s check or even quickly filling out the two lines on a deposit slip, but I had waited long enough for this woman to fill out a The Short Form and file her taxes.

It gets worse. She displayed an “In God We Trust” license plate. I believe that once a person is bold enough to evoke the name of God on the back of her car, she gives up the right to be rude and selfish in public. Certainly, claiming a spot in the line at the bank, forcing others to wait for unusually long periods of time is both rude and selfish. No pen? Don’t know the date? Need help with transaction? March your butt into the bank and take care of your business inside.

If this woman has a sprained ankle or weak heart that keeps her from making the trip inside the bank lobby, I apologize. Otherwise, park your car, walk in, and stop adding minutes to the already ridiculously long wait at National City. Sheesh!

On a kinder gentler note, after errands: three banks, a doctor’s office, post office, and my sister’s place of business, I treated myself to a trip to the Greenwood Public Library. I’m curling up on the sofa for the afternoon with a novel.

Happy rainy Friday!