It's frickin' freezing in here Mr. Bigglesworth

The past few days have been cold, snowy and windy. God is getting back at me for taunting my family in Michigan when it was single digits there and I was enjoying temps in the 30s. Now the tables have turned. I bundle up in my coat, hat, gloves, boots and scarf to walk the block to work. I must be getting soft. It's still in the 20s.

Today at work a gi-normous man came to my station to transfer some money. I asked for his ID so I could see how tall he was. Six foot nine. Big guy. That was about the high point of my day. That and this 80 y/o woman called in with what started as a problem she had at the ATM and turned into a story about the time her grandson borrowed her ATM card and forgot it in his wallet and went to the teen center. Then another story about her daughter borrowing it and bringing it to her condo. Then another story about her son who takes care of someone with Parkinson's disease. When my manager realized who I was on the phone w/ she wrote me a note telling me to take charge of the conversation or she'd go on forever.