I’m a Mess

The only time I ever visit the bank is when I’m taking out a large sum of money before a vacation. Today was such a day. I don’t like the bank. Whenever I’m standing in line or waiting at the counter while the cashier helps me, I’m convinced security is watching me, thinking I’m about to rob the place. What the hell is that about?

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