“How would you like your cash?” I hear from the next bay’s speaker at the bank drive-through. I am depositing $250 in a variety of crumpled bills culled together moments ago at home after I realized I didn’t have enough in my account to cover mine and my husband’s health insurance premium and a payment on my son’s undergraduate loans.
After putting 15 p.s.i. of air in my front passenger tire (a weekly requirement) I drove to the bank with the early morning sun glaring through the streaks on my windshield. In the next bay, a petite woman with impossibly blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail under a designer ball cap sits in a shiny Audi SUV.
“Hundreds are fine,” she says.
Causes Jodi Thompson Supports
Unitarian Universalist Service Committee