A couple of caveats here:
- I’m not much of a people person any more. I was in my younger years but now, life experience has taught me that I’m better of without most people in my life. Maybe a bit sad but it doesn’t bother me.
- I’m tired and there’s a lot going on for us right now.
- I’m not very patient with rude or incompetent people.
To start with, the papers were being sent overnight for the house transaction. We had to get them, sign them before a notary and return them to MO. UPS used to come through our gate but now, they come down to the house sometimes and sometimes they don’t. It doesn’t matter – we don’t get many packages any more. An overnight delivery . . I thought they would bring it to the house. When we hadn’t received it by about noon, I wrote the title company and asked for a tracking number, which she sent. I tracked the package and it hadn’t left Joplin yet so I wrote her back, told her there must have been a mix-up because the package hadn’t left Joplin yet. I also wrote the seller, who is one to get things done. A little while later, he called me and told me that the lady at the title company had sent me the tracking number for the package we were sending back, and that our package had been left at the gate.
Unless our package arrived, I hadn’t planned on going anywhere today so I hurriedly slapped on a bit of makeup, put on decent clothes and we rushed off to get to the bank before they closed so we could get everything notarized.
Neither of us have had hair cuts in 5 months, we’re tired; we’re busy and we probably looked like . . I don’t even know what the lady at the bank thought we looked like but she was NOT nice! We walked in, wearing our masks and keeping our distance. She asked what we needed and we told her we had papers to be notarized. She snapped . . do you have an account here? Yes!
She took the papers, said “Where do I sign?” I told her we just picked up the papers, hadn’t even looked through them. I started looking through them. I was about halfway through (not signing – just looking) and she said “You don’t need to be here if I don’t have anything to sign!” It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut. I handed them to her and she thumbed through them, found a place where a notary had to sign; directed us to another room where we could sit and sign papers. She wanted our ID so we gave it to her and went to sign the papers. She told us we needed 25 cents for her to make a copy of our driver’s license for her records.
I asked Vince “Did you think she was a bit grumpy?” He said “Yes, but I’ll bet she changers her tune when she looks at our account.”
Don’t get me wrong – we do not have a lot of money and even if we did, I wouldn’t expect favors because of the size of my bank account but I don’t think anyone deserves to be treated rudely when at the bank, taking advantage of a service (notary) offered by the bank – whether you have $10 in your account or $10 million in your account.
Sure enough, she was sweet as pie when Vince went back for her to sign more notary spots he found. I really felt like asking for the guy we normally use there. He’s a vice-president and always has been super nice. I really don’t think he would approve of her attitude but . . we’re leaving and I don’t want to cause her any problems but no one deserves to be treated that way.
Her actions didn’t make me feel any differently about myself but you know there are people who might get treated that way, then see some fancy dressed people walk in and get treated totally differently and that would upset them. I feel like her actions were shallow and narrow minded and I hope I never treat anyone that way!
Then we went to the mailing center here to send the package back to Joplin and the people at the title company had put ZERO for the weight of the package on the shipping label and the guy almost wouldn’t take it. He decided since their account number was on it, they would be charged correctly so he accepted it and I hope it gets there on time.
The good news . . and there is so much good news:
- It was all done and over with pretty quickly with the bank and we aren’t permanently scarred.
- We have a buyer for a chicken coop and Vince’s old pickup – neither of which had we even planned on trying to sell. We probably would have sold the truck nearer our departure date but a friend wants it and he’s fine with us keeping it to make runs to the dump.
- Rita is home and doing fine. I’ll do another blog post about that in a few minutes.