The
day started out simple enough. I for one
slept in. Well, “slept in” for me,
anyway. It was 7:30 before I got
moving. Cailyn was here with us, and it
was somewhat later than that before they hit the deck. Someone said it was a Saturday. Had to take their word for it. I have never been able to distinguish days of
the week in the span between Christmas and New Year’s Day, especially when we
have had company. They all run together
into one big “today.”
Nathan
came by to pick up his daughter around 9 or so, and we got into a discussion
about cell phones. He encouraged Chris
to get a glass screen protector. My
phone already has a crack, and he said April has already gone through a few of
the protectors. In fact, he had an extra
one for Chris’ new phone that he promised to bring over. We did have some running around to get done
before I could settle into some college football games. Cailyn told me she doesn’t get football. Looks like it hurts too much. Yep. We
agree on that one.
So
you see? So far everything is so simple,
so peaceful. What could possibly go
wrong? We started out at the bank to
make a simple deposit. I thought it odd
that there was a “Closed” sign in the window next to the side door I usually
use. Never one to particularly stand on
protocol, I ignored the sign and opened the door anyway. And instantly an alarm started sounding. I glanced around at the ready, looking for
rolling boulders or hidden Ninjas. None appeared,
so I more cautiously ventured forward through the next set of doors, fully
expecting to be taken to the ground and handcuffed. Dragged away as a criminal, a bank robber,
never to see the light of day again. Sniff.
Fortunately,
my worst nightmare did not come to fruition.
Instead of the barrel of a gun, I was met with chuckles and sheepish
grins and even an “oops.” Seems they
forgot to change the closed sign. Not what
I was concerned about, folks. The alarm? “Oh, that,” they poshed, “We just keep that
set on Saturdays because we don’t get much traffic through that door.” Saturday.
Right. I began to wonder if they were
telling me the whole story when it took three tries and input from three different
tellers before they got my deposit right.
Were they just stalling until the cops arrived? My deposit couldn’t be that confusing, could
it? I found out later that Chris, who was
waiting in the getaway car, heard the alarm when it first went off, and within
seconds a police cruiser spend by. Didn’t
pull into the bank lot, though, so she didn’t make any further connection. Glad I didn’t know that at the time. I was nervous enough as it was.
I was
finally allowed to leave with my deposit slip and my freedom intact. I made my exit as quickly as I could …
through the front door. Maybe I’ll do my
banking during the week from now on. Or
on line …
Psalms
19:13 says, “Keep your servant also from
willful sins; may they not rule over me.
Then will I be blameless, innocent of great
transgression.”
Father,
thank you for the folks at our bank. They
have a great attitude. Amen.
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